This picture has absolutely nothing to do with the post, but it's so Henry I just had to share it. Here's the unrelated story:
The other day Henry, Maren and I walked in the door after a hot and sticky trek back home from the big sprinkler fountain thing in Silver Spring. I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and noticed how awesome I looked in the mirror with my hair up in a jumbled knot, sweaty hair sticking to my neck, and a flushed red face. I came out and asked, "Henry, am I a frumpy mom?" Henry looked up at me, gave me a hug and said, "No. You're beautiful, Mommy." Awww! What a guy! I don't care that it sounded somewhat forced and rehearsed-- that is always nice to hear!