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Last week on Tuesday Henry's school had their Kindergarten Open House. I used to love open house night when I was a kid. There was something so cool about going to school after hours; you feel more like you own it, as opposed to it owning you.

Henry was very excited about showing us around the building. First we went to his gym, which doubles as the cafeteria. We briefly met his gym teacher, but were deftly rerouted by Henry to his classroom, where we received the grand tour of pretty much everything. We saw his cubby, his desk, the lego table, the playstove (Where Henry decided we would have an impromptu cooking session. Upon opening the oven and seeing two dolls in there, he said "Who's cooking babies? We don't want to do that!"), the monthly calendar, and, because he's his daddy's kid, we twice visited the classroom's electronic whiteboard. Then he led the way to his music room, after which we were instructed to close our eyes and hold his hands so that he could lead us down seemingly endless halls to his art room and finally the library, where, after almost fifty minutes of mounting excitement, he and some of his friends serendipitously converged. It was like watching the Big Bang (The theory, not the show): the excitement of the night won out and they all started acting nuts. It took some effort to extricate the young man before the library was reduced to rubble, but we managed. When we left one of his friends was stomping around on a small dais in the Kindergarten area and another was commando-crawling across the carpet to his less-than-thrilled mom.

I think my favorite part of the evening was when, in the music room, he ran into one of his pre-school buddies, who said "HENRY! HIGH FIVE!!!" after which he started walking around in circles singing "UH-UH, TCH! UH-UH TCH! We will, We will ROCK YOU!" Henry lit up and started playing the drums on his chest and beat-boxing along. It was hilarious. His teacher doesn't know it, but she's happy that they aren't in the same class together.