Henry has always called our backyard "the jungle"
Well, no, actually it is what Henry says that cracks me up these days...
As he hands me an egg: "Hatch it, Mommy. Hatch it for me."
While reading Momma Loves Her Little Son at bedtime:
"You're my precious one, Henry."
"No, I'm your precious three."
When (apparently) my jeans were cut too low: "Mommy, I see polka dots on your big boy pants."
And the best was when he overheard me say that I was having a bad day. Henry patted me on the back and said, "No, you're not. You're fine. It's okay, Mommy."