On Tuesday this past week, Henry and I were playing in his room. Really, he was playing, and I was trying to pick up the destruction he left behind as he went on to some other escapade. Anyway, he looked at a box in his room that has a picture of a baby on it, said "Be be" and walked over to it. "Yes," I said. "That's a baby." He put his finger on the baby's forehead and said, "Be be" very emphatically. "Be be." "Yes! That's a baby! Good job, Henry!" said the very proud mommy.
Really, I was proud of him. He's been sayi
