Ian and Henry Speak

Ian's teacher tells me that yesterday he told someone in line to e-mail him at ian@jandscoffee.com. I guess he wants an e-mail account!

Last night Henry asks "If there's a tornado and we have to go to the shelter in the basement and if it rips our roof off and we have to build a new roof and if our furniture gets lifted up out of our house in the tornado... can we get bunk beds?!" Hahaha! Reminded me of Vanessa explaining to Cliff Huxtable that Rudy got shampoo in her eyes and might be blinded for life and if she is, can we get a dog?

Henry wanted his brother out of his space this morning so he told Ian that his room was "off-limits real-estate."

‎"Thanksgiving isn't just about hugging. It's about caring and being thankful." {Says Henry to me this morning after my (apparently) excessive hugging.} And, typically, it didn't end there. Henry emerged from getting dressed wearing a nice sweater to go fetch Gran and Grandad at the airport and declared "Thanksgiving is also about lookin' gooood!" Love this kid.

The boys made stockings at school and wrote on the back what they contain. Henry's has "sweet treats." Ian's has "nice people."

Our stockings are hung by the chimney with "air." This is according to Ian. Just like him to try to involve an air compressor in something as simple as hanging stockings.

Ian: "Mom, I think there are probably microbes in my gloves because it's a warm dark place and they can eat the sweat from my hands... I bet they're in my socks, too."

Henry: "Will you sign me up for Cirque du Soleil?"
Me: "Can you just sign up for that? Do you have to try out? Is it even in Kansas?"
Henry: "You have to try out. It's in Las Vegas."
Me: ~silence~ (while I'm thinking about how to answer)
Henry: "I'm not afraid of heights."