Oh Henry.

I would like to take a moment to record, in the long annals of Oakes’ tales, that this afternoon, Henry munched happily on a small bowl of chips, and, when it was empty, opened the back door and threw the ceramic bowl out of it like a frisbee, whereon it shattered all over my brick patio.

Cuz when you’re Henry Martin Oakes, you approach life like this…


… wait for it…


and this…


and this…


…(“I got some guac a nola!”)…

Cause you live by an internal voice that says “Just GO!”


(His doctor called it when he was 14 months).

But when you’re as full of beans as love in your heart, no one holds your misdeeds against you.




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