- Harrison likes to start things with, “Oh…”
- Why is he talking about Facebook? I think I mentioned “Facebook” to him one time when I was looking at pictures on there. Memory. Of. An. Elephant.
- He is too good at excuses/reasons/whatever you want to call them for why he is or isn’t doing something. I am pretty sure I should be very worried. He’s not even 4.
Overheard by me while all the boys were in Harrison’s room:
H: This is just a rock show for boys and men.
David: No. Mommy can come, too.
H: No, girls can’t come to shows with guitars…The parking lot is bumpy. They don’t like the bumpiness.
H: I have to go to New York for work. I won’t be back for your birthday.
Me: That makes me sad.
H: Oh, I will wish you, “Happy Birthday”, on Facebook.
Me: Doesn’t Mommy deserve better than that?
H: Oh…I will call you on the phone. (Gee, thanks.)
Stops on his way up the stairs and holds his foot.
Me: Harrison, are you okay?
H: No, I’m having trouble going upstairs. My foot is giving me pain. (He was fine. Just empathizing with PaPa.)
Picking raspberries with Mommy.
M: Are you going to pick more raspberries?
H: Oh, my back is bothering me, and the prickliness hurts my fingers. I will just eat them.
Upon coming into his room during rest time.
M: Why is your closet light on?
H: I was putting star stickers on my wall to make my closet beautiful. I got them out of my backpack.