Henry, Georgia, and I went to a missionary's open house tonight. Henry had a lot of fun running around with bigger boys in the backyard. When we went inside, I was a little anxious that he was going to break something. Georgia stayed in her car seat for awhile. When she fussed, a member of the ward graciously held her for me, while I continued to chase Henry around. I should have brought the monkey leash.
I was talking to someone who asked me if Georgia was difficult. I described her very pleasant personality and explained that Henry was actually the harder one to care for right now. Being two-and-a-half is a very dangerous time in his life. He can climb up anything, open nearly everything, but has absolutely no judgment. The man's reply was a perfect summary of Henry, "so it's kind of like living with a raccoon."
Does he need a rabies shot?