Nice hands, Henry, nice hands!

Henry is finally figuring out that if he doesn't pull Teddy's and Simon's fur, then they will hang out with him. Well, they'll hang out with him for a little while, then will get freaked out and run away. Henry has lured Simon, the cat, to him by casting a "fishing pole" with a stuffed animal fish on the end ... Simon can't resist it. Sometimes, though, Henry forgets that it's the stuffed fish that Simon's after, and instead assumes that it's the stick that's in his hands. So he runs after the cat bopping him on the head. Again, this game doesn't last too long ...

Winter has finally arrived, so both animals are trapped in the house when Henry decides to play. Teddy is pretty cool with everything until Henry breaks out out of his push cars. Henry cackles and runs through the house, transforming our house into an Indy street course. Tires squealing and dogs running for cover, Henry will go lap after lap through the house, or around our kitchen island, or do a kind of figure eight that encompasses both loops. It may just be his favorite game. It's certainly not Teddy's.