Henry's holidays...

And lo, the continuing adventures of Henry are discussed.

Just before Mr. Munchkin and I left for a long visit back to Toronto, Steph kindly dropped by with some homemade cookies for the trip. Imagine my surprise when I was digging through my purse for my plane tickets and I found a stowaway. Needless to say, I let the boy have his way with the little green miscreant.

This is Mr. Munchkin enthusiastically showing Henry a close-up view from the plane window. You can almost hear the whimpering from here.


I vaguely remember Henry muttering something about no woman being worth this amount of pain and suffering, not even a Harlot. Too bad for Henry that I wasn't planning on being in Toronto for the Yarn Harlot's book launch. >_<

On landing, we were all starving. (6 am flights tend to do that to me.) So, I took the crew to a little strip mall around the corner and got takeout.

Surprisingly, Henry is quite the connoisseur of authentic Chinese food - he was trying to haggle with the woman behind the counter about the amount of bok choy in his dish. Unsuccessfully, mind you. I think it might have gone better, had Henry actually known Chinese. *shrug* Then again, he might have been distracted by the wall of Pocky.

The resultant sugar highs meant that the rest of the day was a write off for everyone in terms of sightseeing...so it was a lovely, quiet day.


Henry enjoyed this game, right up to the point where one of the checkers landed on his hand. Tears and wailing ensued. But a liberal dose of Pocky seemed to help. The next few days passed quietly as Henry and Mr. Munchkin amused themselves with the myriad assortment of toys that my Mum had collected and saved from the childhoods of me and my brothers. But on Wednesday, I decided to traipse down to Lettuce Knit and do dinner with some friends. Henry insisted on coming along to chaperone.

Frolicking in the sale bin at Lettuce Knit. Lovely store...but holy is it tiny. I may have gone a touch mad over the Koigu KPPPM.

Dinner was lovely - my friends took me out to Cafe Diplomatico, and we spent a fantastic evening sitting on the patio, eating antipasto, watching beautiful people go by and sipping adult beverages. Henry begged for a sip of my drink, as he said that Steph never let him try any of her "grown-up drinks". I cautioned him that it was rather strong, but what the hell - I was on holiday. He took to it like a fish out of water, Steph...


And it all lead to this...I have no idea what's going on here - I went to the bathroom, came back to a table of people and small green monsters looking very innocent. Apparently, this is the documentation of someone daring Henry to chug a Guinness. Which would explain the moaning and cursing that I heard from the guest bathroom the next morning. And on that note, I'll leave the remainder of the trip for the next post.