Guess what he got, shortly after this.

Yesterday we said a tearful goodbye to our friends Sarah and Tallulah. Or rather, I was tearful--it's sort of my resting state these days--and Henry was sulky. As we walked home he asked me why I looked sad.

"I'm going to miss our friends," I said. And Henry replied, "I'm not going to miss them."

"Really," I said.

He stopped walking and clenched his fists. "I'm not going to miss them," he wept, "Because I. AM NOT. MOVING."

I picked him up. He dampened my shirt with his tears. Then wiped his nose on me for good measure.

"I don't want to move," he said. "I want a cookie."