Yet another sick day for two-thirds of us.
New Wonderland post up today. Read it! Comment! Not to pressure you, or anything.
Henry is home sick and Scott is home working, and the cat is plotting the dog's death. The house feels very full today. This is not a bad thing, necessarily. (Except for the dog.) Henry is right next to me, completing a Space Puzzle and shouting out random words, some of them real, others not so much. "Zucchini!" he shouts. "Zerf eeney! Zerf koo-eeney!" I asked him what any of those noises had to do with his puzzle, but he just shrugged. It's simply his way, to emit a constant stream of noise. The other day I pleaded with him to cease and desist the use of the phrase "Old Man Jenkins." I couldn't figure out why he kept saying it, and then later that day we ran into a bunch of his school friends, and he shouted "Old Man Jenkins!" and they all fell to the ground laughing. "Old Man Jenkins!" they shouted back. He is a comedy maverick. And me, I just sit here, writing down what he says.










April 11, 2008
Reader Comments (28)
Okay, he probably got it from school. I see that now.
And if it's really from SpongeBob - THEY got it from Scooby Doo for sure!
There was a period of time, probably at least a year, when his response to just about anything was "MOOSE!" I think he was ten.
My littlest has just started talking on the phone and will redial and walk around yelling and stomping. I've taken to calling safe people after I get off the phone with clients so he does it to my mother instead of the people who pay me.
Henry sounds edible, sick or not.
I concur on Spongebob as the source of this line. Old Man Jenkins is a recurring character, but his appearance in the classic "Sailor Mouth" is my personal favorite. That's the episode where Spongebob and Patrick learn about the eff word-probably one of the most clever cartoons ever. I've seen it hundreds of times and I still laugh each and every time I watch it.
SAUGER!!!!
Rose
I worked my way backwards through some posts so I went from the sickly household to the visit of the blog friends to the cuteness of 'Manners' by which time I was laughing out loud. I am not a laugh out loud at blogs person, more of a breathy laugh through the nose type if you know what I mean. But 'Manners' had me laughing out loud, to the consternation of the cat who had been sleeping very contentedly on my belly before it started lurching him around horse and cart fashion.
Henry and the hair brushing reminded me of my little brother aged 3 taking an age in front of the mirror on holiday combing his hair. Mum called to him to hurry up (he'd been there 10 minutes already) and he replied that we had to wait because "I'm making myself handsome for the ladies".
I'm going to keep reading, tales of Henry are exactly what I need today to distract me from a recurring dream about my house being robbed!
Just kidding- totally clueless here.
On another note, I agree, why no mention in the Dooce article?