Henry's latest thing is to become Mr. Vocal about an hour before midnight. We've done the nightly routine, sort of, and brought him into the bedroom. The lights are off, the house is quiet, everything is screaming SLEEP. But Henry ain't getting the message. Or he's misinterpreting it, 'cuz during this time he's all sorts of talkative man. His speeches are belted out with such passion and gusto that I can only deduce his subjects of choice are of utmost importance to the world.
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