Popin'

About a year ago, Harry invented... well a word, but it's also an action. "Poping," as in, "Daddy, I'm poping." Poping is best described as pimpin' with a cane, even though Harry doesn't know what pimping is. He takes a stick, umbrella, you name it and starts strutting with it. No idea where he picked it up, but he had an umbrella in his hand the other day and out of the blue, started to teach Ike to "Pope." And I have to admit, Ike's a good Poper. Maybe better than Harry.

Harry had a Halloween party today and went dressed as Iron Man. Someone thought he was a power ranger. C'mon, seriously? A power ranger? My kid?

He also told me that a girl from his class has a nice smile. That he likes her smile and other girls' smiles too. But he ALSO said that he doesn't like one boys' eyes. Rach thought maybe Damien from the Omen was in his class but it turns out the kid's Chinese. I shit you not.

Ike has a firm grasp of ownership now. He points to everyone in the room and says, "Harry Juice, Ikey Juice, Daddy Juice." But he still thinks everything's his.