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Dennis was busy playing, crawling along the floor on his knees and pushing a truck when he slipped and fell on an elbow and yelled "OWWW!". I asked him if he was alright and told him to be careful. He said "thank you Space Alien" and then left. I laughed and he popped his head back in and said "oh, yeah, Mommy, you are a space alien." Nice.

We are at Gran's and Pop's place now and he just told me "I am going upstairs with Gran, I'll be quick. I'll be right back, right quick." Gran is packing for her big cross country trip--she is flying out to Washington in the morning. Dennis has asked numerous times if he can join her on the flight ("oh, I would like to go to Washington, Gran, I'll come on the flight with you"). So he really hasn't asked as much as informed her he's coming along, but he understands that he can't go. Gigi is coming up to spend some days with him very soon, and she has LOTS of awesome activities planned. Dennis is going to have a very good weekend. We all are.