My name is Henry. I prefer to be called Henry Lewis, Hank, HPR, Hen Pen, and/or Pickle. My blog, while one might assume is geared towards all things fashion, is really a daily commentary...from a two year old's perspective. As you can imagine I am not as articulate as one might think, so my parents are really my best interpreters. My personal interpreters really.
I'm winding down from a long weekend of wining and dining with my Grandmother. My own personal stash of "amercian" beignets was delivered to my play table, fresh and hot, on Saturday morning. I of course guarded them like a junkyard dog from the hungry grasps of my parents. Mom is supposed to be on a diet anyways. Sucker. Back to daycare tomorrow...seems so pedestrian. Juice boxes, nap time, sing-a-longs? I'd rather be playing with my latest matchbox car set and eating raisins straight from the box.
By the way--Olympic Fashion has reached an all time low. Burton snow pants made to look like jeans? Really?
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