Henni still makes us laugh with everything she says.
Henni: (pointing at her knee) Dada, I got a boo-boo!!
Scott: (kissing where she has pointed) Let me kiss it and it will be all better.
Henni: (seriously upset) It is NOT better!
Even a couple of months ago, a kiss used to make every boo-boo "better" but not so anymore.
Me: (making a V sign with the index and middle fingers) Henni, go like this! It is for Victory!
Henni: That is not victory, that's TWO!
Scott: (pointing to Henni's big post-dinner tummy) What's in there, Henni?
Henni: (declaring proudly, with an obvious accent on "very") My very own baby!
Scott and I always spell out words that we don't want the kids to hear, like c-a-n-d-y or i-c-e-c-r-e-a-m. One day, we heard her say out of nowhere, "My name is b-a-n-a-n-a-s."
I made some clanking noise doing the dishes and Henni called after me with a tint of worry in her voice, "Try not to break the plates, Mama!"
After seeing cherry blossom petals falling on our backyard, Henni said very matter of factly, "It's snowing with flowers! What a MESS!"
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