Henry explained to me this morning why he could hear an owl outside and I couldn't:
"My eardrums are a little louder than yours, so I can hear things far-er away than you can hear."
Yesterday he shared this little biological tidbit with me:
"The ladder inside your body collects all the pee in a little container and then it goes down a special tube to your penis."
I asked:
"You have a ladder inside your body?" I wondered if maybe he was referring to his spine.
He said:
"Yeah. And all the pee goes there...."
It slowly dawned on me:
"Oh...your bladder?"
"Yeah."
Henry's current counting ordination goes like this: "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, nineteen, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-nine". I've tried to get him to put fourteen after thirteen, but he just doesn't want to do it. It's funny to me that it's wrong, but always wrong in the same way.
He is also branching out with his musical repertoire. Right now he's whistling while building a railroad track, but the other morning Pete came out into the living room and, instead of Van Halen, Henry was singing "I wanna live with the cinnamon girl! I wanna live with the cinnamon girl!"
4 comments:
Dang.....kids are hilarious!
So glad to hear that Henry counts the same way that Sofia does. Wish we lived closer so they could compare notes on anatomy, too. Baby sister currently lives in a container in my body. When she is ready to be born she will knock on the door to come out.
Yeah! A new song! And a good one at that!
heh! heh! It's weird, but that is exactly where our boys were with the counting at this time last year. What is it about fourteen? Or, for that matter, nineteen?! And I LOVE the (b)ladder and (h)ear(ing) stories!
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