Hane.

While this may look like a typical dinner scene,

it was not.

It was the first night we enjoyed dinner with our four year old son's new friend, Hane.

Hane is sitting next to my husband.

It might be hard for you to see him in this picture...

...So here is a close up.

While we obliged and set a bowl and fork for Hane, we stopped short of dishing him up some Taco Pie. We have come to find out quite a bit about this new friend whose appearance on our life's scene was rather sudden, but sure.

His presence has caused World War III to break out in the back seat of the van, as our littlest daughter unknowingly unbuckled Hane's seatbelt and hit him on the head.

In her defense, it is hard to know when you're doing anything that pertains to Hane, as he does nothing to make himself known.

Here are a few quotes, as dictated by my sister who had a little one on one time with her nephew last week:

~Hane gets to pee on the road and he NEVER gets in trouble when he pees on the road

~Hane looks "just like me except his belly looks like a peach"

~When Hane was a baby his name was Han, and after he got bigger his mom changed his name to Hane

 

~Hane loves to eat peaches

 

~Hane is going to have 100 sleepovers at my house. He comes over a lot. He has been to mawmaw and pawpaw's house when he was a baby. And now he is back today!

This active imagination my son posesses should not suprise me. After all, he was borne by a woman who, as a little girl, was 'Miss Pennsylvania' in a fictional Miss America Contest held daily in her playroom and was always crowned the winner time and time again. Even with all that lopsided crowning, her friends Miss California and Miss Texas still loved to hang out with her.

As my grandma loves to say "If it's in the wolf, it's in the pups".

And as my mother always wistfully uttered: "What goes around, comes around".

If those sentiments are true, there is alot more where this eccentricity comes from.

Yikes!