purple-licious

Last night we made a new friend. After the disaster that was our attempt to go to the Maundy Thursday church service, we stopped at Burger King for supper. Dennis' kids meal came with a Sponge Bob (excuse me a moment while I report that he is right now trying to get my attention as I write this, saying "happy birthday ducks"--I don't know why). We don't really watch Sponge Bob, but he comes in two of the colors that Dennis likes to say best. He's yellow and has purple (square) pants. Dennis played and played with him and we were a little worried that he might start calling his new grandfather Sponge Bob when we got to the lake and he was holding Sponge Bob and saying "go see Bob, go see Grandma". He looked at Sponge Bob and said "Bob" and then pointed to the cabin and said "Bob", and you could see the wheels turning.

He also kept saying "purple pants". I think he likes to say the word purple very much. Today we stopped in to see Gran and Pop and Gran had on a purple shirt. Dennis said "Hey, Gran" and followed her in the kitchen and then announced "purple Gran". I had to translate a bit for her so she didn't think he was calling her 'poo poo Gran' (sometimes he garbles the word just a bit). We praised him for getting the color right and he said "Yay, Dennis!" and applauded himself.

Tonight at supper we were trying to keep him entertained and he directed all of us to play patty-cake with him, pointing to those of us who weren't clapping and insisting we join in "POP--PATTY CAKE!". This is the second dinner (in a restaurant) where he's played Patty Cake Marshall. Dare I point out that he himself was NOT clapping? Hmmm...