Poor sensitive kid!

Henry's off school today (he only goes every other day) and as we were walking home from school (the long way to give Murph a good walk), he found a nice big hunk of snow. It snowed quite a lot last night and all the kids were pretty excited about it, we haven't had much snow all winter! Well, Henry's carrying this big snow hunk around and says it's his baby, Bob. So the baby comes with us with Henry only occasionally complaining that his baby's heavy. When we got home I was shovelling the driveway (with a dog who's scared of the shovel tied around my waist...quite interesting!) and Henry was playing on the lawn. I asked if he wanted to build a snowman or get out the sleds...no, he just wanted to play with his baby. I came inside when I was done but Henry wanted to stay outside and play. Only 5 minutes later (I should have seen it coming), Henry came in the house just BAWLING. He was pretty hysterical. "My baby's broken! I knew I shouldn't have pushed him on the swing!" Poor kid.

Later...
To console Henry, I brought out a little dolly that was in with his stuffed animals but he didn't really play with. I said this could be Bob instead & he started carrying it around the house. He set Bob down next to him on the couch but is so into the tv that he didn't even notice Murphy steal Bob & chew the back of his head off. Another bawling session! Don't worry, I made Bob a little cap that covers his wound.