I wanted to be sure to write this down so I can remember in the future...
Henry is LOVES trash. He loves to pick up trash, throw trash away and is constantly asking if something is "twash, twash"? If he sees anything on our new floors, he'll run over, bend down, pick it up and announce proudly, "TWASH"!! It's probably b/c he sees me obsessing over the flooring now and I let him throw things away, especially if we are cooking or baking to keep him involved. I had to laugh though when the other day I spent extra time wrapping a birthday gift for his friend, Zoe. We are unfortunately going to miss her party this weekend but wanted to run it over before we left town. I took great joy in making it extra pink and frilly and used LOTS of curling ribbon. I loaded up H, the gift and off we went to deliver the package. I looked in my rear view mirror to see Henry tearing off all the curling ribbon and yelling "TWASH!!" Horrified, I was trying to reach behind me and grab it from him but I couldn't get to him. When we arrived at Zoe's house, I tried quickly to repair it before walking up to the door. My once fluffy, fun and frilly package was now crinkled, smashed, without life. We chatted for a while and there was Henry again near the gift this time he ripped off the ribbon for good and since he knows Zoe's house quite well, took the ribbon to the trash can! He proudly walked over to me and announced TWASH! as if he'd saved the gift from being eaten by the curling ribbon.






















