"Daddy go away in the back room and write sump'in."
(Thinking strategically, Henry proposed this when Peter interfered with his program of waking James up in the morning by jumping into the bassinet with him.)
"What Henry doing? Riding on a cow!"
(Trying hard not to take this one amiss; he said it while climbing on the back of his exercising mama. It goes right along with an earlier incident that happened while he and Peter were looking through a book on the history of statuary. They came to a picture of a stone Medusa, face a rictus of rage, snakes encircling her head. "Mama!" my dear son exclaimed in recognition.)
"Toilet paper--blow nose--wahhhh!"
(Henry's version of cowabunga)
and, in full-on pedagogical mode:
"James, this is James."
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