telephone orders

He must have done a million cute and noteworthy things today, and I loved and appreciated each one. I think I'd be really lonely without Dennis in my life. Sure I have lots of family and friends who love me, but Dennis is my constant companion now, one who never despairs of talking to me, one who is always glad to see me. He always makes me smile. I love him beyond all reason and my heart just fills up with joy when I hear his happy chatter and see his smile. He is a two year old, so I do have those moments of exasperation at his constant motion and significant inquisitiveness (when we're in places where those qualities put him in danger), but he makes me happy in a way I never knew I could be happy.

I have a Garfield telephone. Remember those? It looks like Garfield lying down and the handset comprises a large part of his back. Dennis discovered it in my closet and hauled it out and set it in my bedroom floor, right in the middle of the new (to me) beige shag rug that I've put over the bare concrete (in my pregnancy, due to my heightened sense of smell, I insisted that the old carpet stank and must be ripped out or I would be moving to another house, so now my side of the room is bare concrete that I will one day paint). Dennis loves that phone. He goes into our room, plants himself on that rug, picks up the phone and says the following (with occasional slight variation):" Hey, how are you? I'm fine. Daddy works. Hello? I'm fine. I want a double stack and chicken and oranges." As often as I've heard it, it never fails to make me giggle (inwardly, so I don't appear to be making fun). He always orders food over the phone!