What Henry thinks I am thinking, all the time.

I wonder what Henry’s playing with, over there. Why won’t he show me?

Is his Lego construction any different, now that he’s done some magical new thing to it?

And now? Is it different?

And now?

Now?

Now now now now now?

It can’t be different again—or can it?

I wonder if Henry can jump on one leg? Too bad I’ll never find out.

Now I’m wondering about that other leg.

I keep looking away because I forget I have a son. Good thing he understands and reminds me!

What does the food in Henry’s mouth look like, when he’s eating? I wish there was a way for me to see that.

Is Henry doing something fun with his socks? I hope he shows me.

I would look over to see the dog doing something cute, if only Henry would tell me to.

Did the dog’s expression change slightly? I’ll wait for Henry to look first and let me know.

It is important for me to be aware of each and every squirrel in the yard. Good thing Henry’s on the job, with that.

This magazine is so boring, but I feel awkward , looking up to watch Henry’s television program. That’s his thing. I wish I could share in it.

I’ll guess I’ll go back to reading, after he showed me that last thing. I wish I could see more.

And more.

And more and more and more.

Good thing I threw that magazine on the coffee table! Now I get to watch Curious George.