Dennis has been playing with his army men and tanks all day today, so happy with David's hand-me-downs. He figured out that the army truck from Uncle Denny would make a great transport unit, so there's been a convoy all over the house today. We've all played with him, even Tabasco (helpfully lying alongside him and occasionally arching a thoughtful doggy eyebrow), and he's spent hours on his own, lining them up. Today the army men teamed up with the cowboys and Indians to fight the dinosaurs that had invaded the living room (thank goodness, because where do you find a T-Rex exterminator in a small town?).
He's done some gymnastics as well, lots if bed jumping and chair climbing, and one incidence of somersaulting all the way down our hallway and back. And he told me "Tabasco and I are playing. I am playing fireman". I asked what Tabasco was playing, and Dennis gave me that 'well, duh!' look and said "He's playing dog!".
So he seems to feel better for spurts of time, but he's still snotty and has a yucky cough. And he's not the best nose-blower around, so he's just as likely to swipe the back of his hand under his nose (and thereby smearing the contents of it all across his cheeks) as to seek a tissue. An Uncle Denny phrase popped into my head when I saw his face after his nap, so I was mentally chanting "ick-gross-disgusting-ack-phooey". I'm not sure if the spelling is accurate, but you get the gist of the gross-out factor at any rate. Gosh I hope he gets over this soon! I felt some better today myself, just have that nagging cough still. I hope I don't get as snotty as Dennis has been.
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