An Angel
Henry just straddled two of our dining room chairs. He had one foot on each, and one hand on each, then he looked down at me and said "Mommy! Look at me! I look like an angel!" I had to laugh because he's been a half-sick, bundle of energy today that has been driving me nuts. So naturally I told him he was no angel. Lest you think that a cruel and heartless thing to say, you should know he doesn't believe a word that comes out of my mouth anymore, anyway. His response was "Yes I am!"