Sometimes I see something, and I just want kids (yes, of my own) so bad.

Henry’s discovered nudity. He was watching Return of the Jedi last week and ran into the kitchen screaming “Princess Leia naked!”

The sheepish grin made it funnier.

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“What’s Pikachu turn into?”
“Raichu.”
“What’s Psyduck turn into?”
“Golduck.”
“What’s Charmander turn into?”
“Charmeleon.”
“What’s Henry turn into? Henry turn into Daddy?”

“Aim a little higher, son.”

Also, toddler fight club.

It’s not anything specific. I love Justin and I’m stupidly insanely happy that he’s doing well, but… dammit, there’s nine years missing there.

Still, all this does help me appreciate the situation I’m in more. Sometimes you lose track.

Last week, Zen-style:
Me: Sometimes, my god, sometimes the stuff that he does makes my brain lock up.
Dad: Well, kids do that.