April 4, 2001 - Wednesday
Harry's been a fan of grapes for several weeks now, but more recently he's also developed a great flamboyance for requesting them after dinner every night. Usually, he'll end his real meal petering out of energy. He'll start to play with his food, whine a little, or sometimes even ask to get down with his best pathetic toddler act. But, he's never serious about that, because as soon as we start to clear away the dinner food, a fervent call begins for the "bops." "Bo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-p" he sings out his best boy soprano. He is revitalized by the excitement as his mother reaches into to the refrigerator and his cheerful demeanor returns. Sometimes his mother tries to play games with him by pulling other, non-bop items out from behind the refrigerator door, but Harry will have none of it. "Bo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-p" he demands with a finger in the air and a twinkle in his eye. He's ready for dessert.


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