Daddy's no superhero

Harry told me he had a bad dream but didn't want to tell me what it was about. Then he told me what it was about: apparently there was a bad guy who was bonking me on the head. I told him he didn't need to worry about me because I can take care of bad guys. He thought about it, then told me he didn't really think so.

So I'm putting that little prick to work as a chef:



















Ike pointed to three different things in row today that were orange and said "orange." And no, they weren't oranges. He also gave me a head butt. And then he kissed the lump.