So today I was cleaning up after B had finished her snack. Henry is in this phase where he likes to help me with the swivel vacuum. We used to own one that was called "the shark," which is why I still call the little vacuum the shark. So as I look at the mess of crackers on the floor, I asked Henry to go get the shark.
"Ok, mama," he said.
Then he ran out of the kitchen. I got busy doing other things. A few minutes passed, and Henry comes running into the kitchen.
"I got it mama," he said as he proudly held his big stuffed Bruce the shark up in the air for me to see. "I got Bruce."
So cute.