Sometimes I am starved for adult company and conversation. It happens. I get eager for David to get home in the evenings. This was one of those days. Dennis was as cute as ever, saying "will you play with me please Mommy?" many times. Each time I would stop what I was doing and sit in the floor with him and play. He destroyed the block house I built. He took away the people and Legos I was playing with. When he refused to rescue the fire dog from the 'burning building' (the one with the red legos), he got angry when I used the flying dragon to mount a rescue. He was still trying to decide which fire truck to send to the scene, so he put the poor dalmatian back in peril and rescued him his own way. Then he put it back on the same building and used the dragon himself (had to be his idea).
Last night he got out of bed several times to come and plead his case with us of why he should still be up. I asked him what day it was and he said "It's Saturday morning now, time to get up, it's not Friday night now". Yeah, he went back to bed soon after that, after I assured him that there were no monsters in the other bedroom.
This morning, he announced "Mommy I'm a real princess and you are a terrible dragon" and when I roared at him, he ran through the house screaming like a girl. We chased each other around, switched roles a few times, and generally had a good time. Tonight he demanded that we exercise together and he made up a routine of push-ups, toe touches, leg lifts, bridge pose (yoga, and he climbed underneath me while I was in this pose--very scary), jumping jacks, side twists, marching in place, and sit ups. He tells me we need to grow strong. He's right!
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