Dennis was in the bathroom just now (because I was in there and I am NOT ALLOWED to be alone in there, EVER), and I was attempting to distract him to keep him from trying to sit on the open dryer door (because a new dryer is not on my list of things to buy in the near future and I'd like to keep it that way). I told him he was too heavy, and he wanted to know HOW heavy he was, so he weighed himself. Still 37, as he has been since spring, but that's too heavy for the dryer door for sure! He let out some nice manly farts as he was settling onto the scale, giggling as he did so. I told him he sure was gassy tonight, and he said "I AM POOPER MAN--I can poop on people because I HAVE THE POWER TO POOP" (this last said as he raised a power-fisted straight arm up in the air). The he and his Toxic Gas Cloud raced off down the hallway (presumably to terrorize nice-smelling bad guys).
First thing this morning he asked "Is it Christmas Day?", and I had to reply that no, it was November 12. He said "Oh. In that case, I am thankful for the soldiers who are keeping our country safe." What a nice thing to be thankful for--I guess the Veterans Day festivities made an impression on him!
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