Despite not accomplishing half the things I planned on doing while in New York, it was a fabulous trip and Henry was a delightful travel companion. Charming and pleasant, with little fussing and easy bedtimes, it was more than I could have hoped for. Apparently Henry needed this mini vacation as much as I did, because he has been a monster as of late.
He was super excited to see his cat, aunts and grandparents, but his heart truly belongs to the subway. He could ride metro transit for days. Like a bum. And he can spot a subway entrance from a distance that almost disturbs me.
There are times when I think that Henry may not be my child. He loves the subway. He hates cheese. Doesn't like to sleep. But then this morning I knew for sure that he was mine.
He loves room service.
FYI: Neither of us ate that bacon.
