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Ba Ba Black Sheep...


Here he is, showing off the sort of linguistic skills that puts even David Beckham to shame!
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Babzy.B said…
cute ! Ezra can speak french , clever boy , papa means daddy ;)
10 April 2009 at 22:24
KL said…
He is saying ba..baa...ba...well, he is actually calling you. Baba means daddy :-D.
11 April 2009 at 00:45
Priyanka Khot said…
this is soooooooooooooooo cute.... KL is right, Maharashtrians call their dad's baba! so this means u are his favourite...

Thanks a ton for loading the video so soon. It was awesome! And now I am waiting for a Henry video.
11 April 2009 at 01:26
Debbie Courson Smith said…
His first news conference?
11 April 2009 at 07:49
freefalling said…
Can you teach him the "manummana do doo d dodo" song?
11 April 2009 at 10:49
Megan said…
I like the Henry-as-jack-in-the-box effect!
12 April 2009 at 03:11
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, he is very bright.
13 April 2009 at 07:47
Kris McCracken said…
KL, Henry’s first sounds were “da da da”, so I look like a winner!
13 April 2009 at 07:47
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, those pesky Maharashtrians!
13 April 2009 at 07:47
Kris McCracken said…
Boise Diva, I thought he handled the questions about the stimulus package well.
13 April 2009 at 07:47
Kris McCracken said…
Freefalling, I know Agadoo?
13 April 2009 at 07:47
Kris McCracken said…
Megan, this is my life. Henry is like Satan on my shoulder. Asking the same question over and over and over again. It often involves sultanas.
13 April 2009 at 07:47
Dot-Com said…
Cute! And definitely close :-)
13 April 2009 at 22:23
Kris McCracken said…
Dot-Com, he's getting there.
15 April 2009 at 09:04
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