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You're a confused one...

Four-year-olds get something in their heads, and they turn all OCD on you. Obsession. Compulsion. Repetition. Over and again and so on.

Henry saw one glimpse of the Grinch on a display at K-Mart, and we were all goners.

"I don't like the Grinch. The Grinch is kinda creepy. Why is the Grinch creepy? What did he do? He's not nice, is he. I don't like the Grinch. Do you like the Grinch? What if we see the Grinch? What do we do if we see the Grinch? I don't want to see the Grinch. What is the Grinch?"

Finally, Daddy couldn't bear it anymore. He began retelling the story of How the Grinch Stole Christmas...as only he could retell it...when he really couldn't much remember how it went in the first place...

By the time he got to the part where the little girl saved the day and turned the Grinch all gushy, I was cackling at his recollection of the girl's name.

"Honey," I informed him. "It was Cindy Lou-Who!"

"Well then," he asked, incredulous, "who's Lucy Liu-Who?"

(Those of you who aren't keen on pop culture, click here.)

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FletcherDodge said…
Four-year-olds are great because they want to know everything about everything.

Have you watched the Wizard of Oz with Henry yet?
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