so much to say

At some point since his 6am wakeup, Hank discovered a winter hat, and squeezed into it before breakfast. Climbing up to sit at the counter, he requests double* eggies, something that may be typically relegated to a holiday menu, but has, at our house, become almost an every day thing. I mean, it's hard to resist such a reasonable request.

Recently he called me to his room in the middle of the night, telling me there had been a very large racket outside his window. He reminds himself often that Mommy and Daddy keep safe Hanky. Especially from purple snakes.

He wonders regularly whether we're hearing that sound? A lawnmower, a helicopter, the garage door, a song, a very large racket outside... You hearing that sound too?

His favorite color is cyan. We had to look up that word, when he identified the color between green and blue in the wooden rainbow he builds with. We're not really sure where he learned the term, but he notices it all over the place. He was particularly excited to discover - on the cover of a bathtub book - the letter H in the word "BATH" in his favorite shade: Look! A cyan H, a cyan H!

At bedtime, after we've read books and done big hug, little hug, he looks up from my lap, big brown eyes tired yet hopeful, and says Please sing me a song.
And again, I can't resist.

*deviled