Tag Archives: Hank

Just Before They Use Your Life Force as a Battery

28th December 2010

Hank: Do you see the light is green?
Me: All those lights are green. When that happens it means the lights are timed. That means little robots tell the lights to let everyone go at once.
Hank: Outside robots?
Me: Yes, they live up by the lights.
Hank: We cannot see them. We should go on a walk to see them. And then they will give me robot high fives!

Hank the Photographer

2nd November 2010

A few days ago, Hank finally figured out how to use the viewfinder on a camera.

Ever since, he’s been crying when I won’t let him use my delicate, precious SLR.

So we hightailed got him his own kid-friendly digital camera, which he hasn’t put it down since. Seeing the world from his perspective has been awesome.

Raising a Foodie

5th October 2010

Me: Do you want syrup on your pancakes?
Hank: Yes.
Bryan: Here you go! The finest syrup New Jersey has to offer.
Me: Real syrup. None of that watery maple crap.
Bryan: Tree whiz.

Worth the Wait

15th June 2010

Hank: Dad, I need a rainbow.
Dad: Hmm. How can we get that?
Hank: Mom. Let’s be right back. Need to get a rainbow.
Me: OK, let’s go to look out the window.
Hank: I don’t see a rainbow.
Me: A lot of times, you have to wait for a rain, and then the sun comes, and you see a rainbow.
Hank: Hmm. Let’s wait for it to come.
Me: OK.

To the Moon

19th April 2010


Red Rocket Print from John W. Golden

A few months before his third birthday, Hank comes into the living room where I’m working.

“Mama! You wanna see the moon?

“Sure.”

He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom where Dad is already looking out the window in the dark. Hank closes the door to block the light from the hall, and comes to the window with us.

“The moon!” he says.

The moon!” we say.

It’s a bright crescent moon, high above the apartment buildings. Hank sighs, “I never gonna get to the moon. The moon is very far away. I don’t know what kind of spaceship I need.”

“Yeah, what kind of spaceship do you need?” I say.

He says, “A red one, I think.”

Bryan turns to him, “Yeah. Those are always faster.”