Ho Ho, Elvis, Monkey Room…

The only coat Henry will consent to wearing is Annabelle’s red Santa coat. He calls it “Ho-Ho.” “Ho-Ho” is one of his favorite words because, in his mind, Ho-Ho is Santa, and he loves anything that even remotely resembles Santa. Any guy with a beard is a “Ho-Ho.” Any person wearing red is “Ho-Ho.” He wore the red Ho-Ho coat to music class at Loyola.
Annabelle insisted on wearing her Cinderella dress complete with light-up glass slippers she can barely walk in. She shuffled over there following Henry who insisted on pushing the pink baby stroller.
Annabelle told everyone in the class that Henry’s name was Elvis.
We came home and they stacked the co-sleeper with pillows and said they were in a Mardi Gras float and proceeded to throw imaginary beads and some real toys at me shouting “Happy Mardi Gras!” We made homemade bread and Henry was completely delighted with the sprinkling of flour on the kneading board process, except he dug his little hands into the bag, took out giant handfuls of wheat flour, and then threw them across the kitchen.
The whole kitchen is now covered in flour.
We went to a place called “The Monkey Room”, an indoor playground, where the kids ran and jumped and climbed and screamed. This behavior is encouraged at “The Monkey Room”. A group of children decided to play Scooby and named Henry as Scooby, although he had no idea who they were talking to every time they called him Scooby.
I am thinking I would like to go to a Monkey Room for grown-ups. I actually love climbing with the kids on the playground–rolling over padded bars, hanging from the ceiling, swinging on giant swingballs, bouncing on giant bouncy balls, zipping across a space on a zipline–I feel like Indiana Jones–in fact you can call me Indy.