You Talkin' To Me?

Harris has discovered his voice over the last few days. Very cool. And for the first time the other day the boy took notice of something I did. I was growling in my deepest Barry White voice, and Harris starts smiling and squealing and kicking in delight. If only he's this easy to please when he turns 16.

H: Dad, can I borrow the car?

Me: Grrrrrrr.

H: Heeeeee... Ha Ha Ha... forget about it.