Dear little Henry is not so little anymore. He is 8 months old, and getting into everything. He is naturally curious and just wants to root around. Admittedly, it’s my fault. Things left out means it will be eaten. He is a pig after all. Lucky he’s so darn cute. The good thing is that if you do catch him, he will own up to it. Pigs don’t lie.
“Henry, have you been a bad boy lately?”
“Oink”
“Henry, did you chew up my watering can?”
“Oink”
“Oink Oink!”
“Henry, do you have to chew up every watering can I own?”
“Oink”
“Daddy’s not going to be happy, he’s had this since he was a little boy.”
“Oink”
“Can you please stop this? I’m tired of looking at the hole in my floor”
“Oink”
“Do you realize this sets me back another year before I can finish my sweater?”
“Oink”
“Henry, this is Lily’s, she will not be happy.”
“Oink”
“Henry, did you disconnect our air tub?”
“Oink”
“Henry, this is very bad. Just because you see wires in a wall, doesn’t mean you have to pull them out.”
“Oink”
“So what have you got to say for yourself?”
“I know you can hear me. Is this just a phase you are going through?”
“Henry, do you promise to be a good boy?”
“Oink!”
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