"Yeah, It's Got a Hemi"

Henry's vocabulary has expanded like a virus and he now says everything from "where'd it go?" to "big yellow truck" to "meatballs." But until this week, he had never once said his own name. And it surely wasn't from a lack of hearing it said. On Monday though, we were drawing on our driveway with sidewalk chalk. I got him to lay down on his back and I traced around his body. When I was finished, he stood up, pointed at the outline and said, "Hemmy!" He's been saying it ever since.

This is the drawing that inspired the breakthrough, doctored up with a face and clothes so as not to resemble a murder scene.