Dennis spent the majority of his day with Gran and Pop while I Christmas shopped, and I thought he'd spend the night there as well until I got a sad little phone call from him asking to come home. He had a wonderful time with them, playing Army Men in the yard, painting, helping Pop with yardwork, making brownies (and licking the bowl), helping with dinner, and sitting by the fireplace telling stories. He didn't want me to come and get him right away because he was still having fun, but he wanted to come home tonight even if we picked him up after he fell asleep. Maybe he's testing us, but he's home in his bed now and I wonder if he even knows it since he never woke up during his journey from there to here.
I heard about grand adventures in the garden, covert military ops and interrogations, story telling by the fireplace, all things instigated by Dennis. He told them a ghost story about a Dennis ghost that ate people ("because the food for ghosts is people") and pooped them out. He would point to each of them and tell them what kind of story to tell next (fireman story, train story, etc). They did this for an hour or more, and he wanted to sleep in there by the fire and wait for us to bring him home. It sounds like a rather incredible Dennis day, dictated and run solely by his imagination. Gran and Pop had a blast with him running the show, and I had a blast hearing about it from both Gran and Dennis on his periodic cell phone calls to inform me what he was doing (he's really something with his little phone!).
Today he was thankful for "the trees, the people, the planets, the sun, and the houses." I had to write fast to catch it all!
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