Me, handing Henry his cup of super-sticky lemonade: Here you go. Don’t spill it please.
Henry, in earnest: Why?
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Fresh on the heels of our Roman holiday, Paul and I are talking about future travels with the boys.
“I want to go to Sweden,” says Augie, listing all the things about Sweden that he wants to see and do.
“And I want to go to the Batcave,” says Henry, an absolutely serious look on his face.
