On Sunday morning as he tried to break into my office, Henry said: "I need to check my e-mail."
We gave the kids a bath. Miss R had her hair washed first. She wasn't happy about it. Then, it was Henry's turn. Miss R made it known that Henry needed his hair washed given that she had been put through the trauma.
KATE TO HENRY: It is R's fondest dream to see you have your hair washed.
HENRY (wailing): WHAT ABOUT MY DREAMS!!!
We then had breakfast. At the end of breakfast, I pulled Henry's chair back so that he could get down. He said, "Don't tip me over, Mommy." Good to know.
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