Moons
One of the first words Henry learned how to say was "moon". In fact, I don't think we even really knew that he knew how to say it until one day while we were toweling him off after a bath he spotted a mole on his upper thigh, pointed to it, and with great conviction declared "Moon."
Tonight while getting him dressed for bed I pointed to his thigh and, per custom, said "Nice moon", to which he replied "Yeah. It's a brown moon." long pause "How come it's a brown moon?" I told him I didn't know, and then I pulled up my sleeve and pointed out a brown moon on my arm. Henry said "Look! You have a brown moon too! And another one! You have lots of brown moons!" Then he looked up, waved his hands in front of my face, and excitedly declared "You have lots of pink ones too! There are lots of different colored moons!"
Is that a hint I need to call my dermatologist?