The Big House ...

Grandma & Grandpa Jones are coming for a visit and little H is very excited. For several weeks now he's been (pretend) talking to them on his walkie talkie... keeping them abreast on the current events that are happening around here. In an effort to prepare them, I suppose. A totally random and disjointed commentary given with just about zero editing: "Henry tickles Evai... Flynner is puking... Henry had time out.... Don't make Henry angry... Flynn had a big poo... Henry is hungry... Henry is crazy... Playdoh is fun... Henry is big and strong... Flynn is crying... We took a little drive... Henry pricked up his ears..." Yeesh. On and On it goes. Sure, it's sweet and adorable, but it also bears a striking similarity to Touretts, except without all the cursing. I'm relieved that the conversations are merely one sided... or Gra'ma & Gra'pa might be tempted to reconsider. And to think we ever had concerns about his speech.

He's also been quite concerned about where they will sleep...
"Not in the little house. In the Big house."
Translation - Not in H's playhouse in the backyard, but in the big house, our house. And just to further clarify, he often adds, "Not in Henry's room."

So, now that we've got all the Important questions answered...
we're all set for their visit. "Bring'em on." H-Man says.