Maggie posted excerpts of Henry's Diary on her blog, so I went and read the whole damn thing. Henry is a four year old boy living in San Francisco. Henry's dad writes the blog. Henry is a kick-ass kid. Reading the stuff Henry's dad Mike posted, it makes me think that maybe not all little kids are screaming spoiled brats and that they can be a lot of fun. If I ever get married and have a kid, I want a kid like Henry.

Excerpts from the blog:

"What do you want for your birthday, Henry?"
"Candles!"
"What do you want the candles on?"
"FIRE!"
Happy Birthday Henry. You're my favorite Pokeman.
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We went to the Monterey Aquarium today.

Henry was fascinated by the sharks even though he thought they were scary. We touched a sea cucumber and a starfish.

On the way home Henry stated that jellyfish were made of mushrooms on umbrellas.
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On a beautiful Sunday afternoon we walked up the street to the ice cream store. Sun was out. Birds were singing. Neighbors waving as they swept their stoops. Henry screaming at the top of his lungs.

"No. Sleep. 'Til Broooooklyyyyn!!"

We're impressionable.
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Pound for pound, Henry might actually be the most powerful entity in the Western United States.

P.S. We are running out of babysitters.
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The scariest question a four-year-old boy can ask his father:

"Dad, who's Tony Hawk?"