This morning he played with his new fire truck playhut that was a gift from Gigi--we found the shipping box waiting on the porch when we got home late last night. After hours of climbing in and out of it this morning, wrapping his fire house around it, 'driving' it around (all wearing his fire gear, of course), he put it in the kitchen. I was cleaning the living room and overheard him saying "Oh, fire truck, you're sick? Here, take your medicine--it'll make you feel better" and "there you go, fire truck, there's your medicine". Wondering what medicine he was into, I went running toward the direction of the kitchen in time to see him offering the 'mouth' (grill) of his fire truck a boxed puzzle, which I suppose would be about the right size 'pill' for a fire truck. I expressed my concern over the fire truck's well-being, and Dennis assured me it would feel better very soon.
When we were at the bank this afternoon, Dennis pulled his Spiderman sunglasses down over his nose and looked at me over them. He announced "look, Mommy, I'm a grandpa!". He charmed everyone in the bank, of course.
Tonight on our way home from working at Uncle Denny's place, Dennis asked me the hard questions again. We talked about the names of our cars (Tracker and Blazer) and which house was bigger, ours or the lake house (he knew the answer and he knew that Gran's house was bigger than both of them). And then he asked about God and Jesus again and wanted to know about the Bible. I don't know why that was on his mind, but I assured him that he did indeed have a bible and he asked "does it tell about God and Jesus?". I told him it did and he wanted to get home as soon as possible so he could read it. He took it to Gran's house tonight (where he's spending the night) and I read him the 23rd Psalm as I tucked him in. He liked it very much. So we're adding Bible Reading as a new daily thing with him, and I'm excited to see how he likes it.
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