Hi, the name is Henry, but some people call me Hank, Duke, Hankie Pank, Henny toots, Mac Daddy, or just toot, and I am 18 months today. I started the day out with vomit chunks matted into my hair and filled up several gooey diapers for my mom. I think its a bug, but it didn't slow me down much. I poured a quart of olive oil on the kitchen floor and opened a can of shortening and spread that around. You should try the butter flavor; it is seriously good. I also got the sugar tupperware open and ate it with a teaspoon. Mixed with the shortening it makes a nice sweet treat for a guy like me. My mom moves all the bar stools so I don't climb on the counter, but I learned to move them today myself while she was putting away some laundry. She was probably only gone 5 minutes, but I pushed the water button on the fridge and made a nice little pond. So far being 18 months is super fun.
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Seriously? Isn't being a mom way harder without the older kids around? I am feeling the pain.
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