this was yesterday, not far from william's school. henry had suspiciously fallen off his bike, well onto the grass, from a full stop. i was not convinced it was a real accident, so while his brother was nice enough to help him up and move his bike back onto the path, i stayed put and took pictures instead. i really want to be a good mother on these exaggerated commutes but some days the best i can do is hold my tongue.
about five minutes after this photo was taken henry told me i was dawdling. then he called me a vulture culture. those things made me laugh.
today's commute to and from school was somehow all right too. he asked me if i could make a book for his friend alfred's birthday. (who even knows when his friend alfred is having a birthday.) and "could you make it out of paper-mâché mama?" we've never once talked about paper-mâché. at one point he called me a fuddy-duddy, later, at dinner, we were all a bunch of scallywags.
i know i shouldn't encourage name calling, but i just love that age when everything that comes out of their mouths is potentially awesome. henry is definitely at that age, and he's not one to mince words.
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