I was talking to Henry last night, and we had a conversation that went like this:
Me: are you my baby?
Henry: no. I’m not a baby. Edith is a baby.
Me: I think you’re still my baby.
Henry: No. I’m not a baby. Edith is a baby.
This choked me up for two reasons. One it’s just plain adorable. Two, he doesn’t want to be a baby anymore. He used to always answer that question with a resounding “Yes!”
Today my good friends Kat and Eric’s BABY turned one! Happy Birthday Edith! Know you’re special and loved!