We were trying to get out the door to go somewhere (why is this such a Herculean effort?!) when Dennis disappeared. I muttered quietly to David "where is the little turkey now?" when a small voice piped up from the other end of our house "one turkey, coming right up!" as he ran toward us. Gotta watch what I say out loud about him!
Tonight we were at Gran's after church when Dennis announced he wanted to play Army Men. He tried to recruit all of us to his platoon to no avail, so he scooped up Hobbs and proclaimed that he was an Army Dog. Hobbs wasn't terribly interested--he wanted to sniff out chocolate rather than land mines. I did get a quick picture on my phone of their patrol unit before they were discharged to other adventures. Dennis passed gas rather boisterously then and announced it to us all. He followed that with the comment "ewwww--someone has stinky feet--it's GRAN!". She looked down at her slipper-clad feet and looked back at him in amusement, so he reached out and pulled off her slippers and said it again, adding "we can smell them now! They are so stinky!". He went to great lengths to pass the blame for his own stink, but none of us bought it! He's such a guy.
Today he was thankful for "Gran and Pop's new dog".
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