Today is Hank’s sixth birthday. SIX! Yet, I have not aged a day! Last week I combed my sketch books and journals for snippets of Vintage Hank Conversations. Here are some of my favorites. I hope you enjoy!
December 26, 2010
Hank: Good morning mommy. I awake.
Me: Good morning silly widget.
Hank: Mommy. I a boy. I like coffee. On a cup. With sugar and milk.
December 31, 2011
Hank walks into the room wearing his backpack, carrying a dictionary and wearing a scarf alla Lucky Lindy:
Me: Whatcha doing dude?
Hank: Nothing. Just pretending.
Me: Really, pretending´s a big deal. I pretend all the time.
Hank: Yah, with me.
Me: Yes, but I pretend by myself too.
Hank: Yah. I know. It´s your job. Your an artist.
December 15, 2011
Hank and I dissected a chicken’s heart today (i love my butcher). He kept saying, “but that doesn’t look like a heart.” and I said ” You’re right. This heart is a machine. The heart you draw is a feeling.”
December 18, 2011
On the way to Hank’s school we stumbled upon yards and yards of exposed VHS tape blowing in the wind. After explaining that tapes were the pre-DVD and that it was broken, etc. Hank just stood still and said, “Ok mommy. It’s broken, but it’s beautiful.”
August 4, 2011
Today I have been giving Hank a word and asking him to draw it: fast, slow, squiggly-gibbit, etc. and just now, long after the game, he handed me a picture and this is what happened:
Me: Well, look at that.
Hank: Do you like it?
Hank: Do you know what it is?
Me: It looks happy.
Hank: It’s your name.
Me: Do you know my name means happy? Joy means happy.
Hank: Of course I do mommy. I love you.
And he bounced away. Today is a good day.
July 28, 2011
My son is cookie drunk. He is weaving, his speech is slurred and absolutely everything is funny.
March 3, 2011
I love a good power struggle!
Me: Hank, please you need to wear your dinosaur costume to school for Carnival.
Hank: NO WAY!
Me: But there is a party and presents and treats and everyone else will have a costume.
Hank: No, I don’t want to be like everyone else.
Well, that’s the 90’s coming back to haunt me.
January 10, 2011
I hear this little song escaping from Hank’s room:
“can leed my. can leed my. no you can leed my poker face.
can leed my, can leed my poker face.
pa pa pa poker face pa pa pa poker face.”
Must monitor the European VH1. Hank is too cool for school.