TP ninja

Dennis went into the bathroom at the lake and after a considerable amount of time, I began to hear lots of commotion and giggling. I asked if he needed any help, and he yelled back that he didn't. I eventually had to brave it and go on in only to find toilet paper spread all around. He was in the middle of tying a band of it around his head when I opened the door. He announced that he was a ninja and made appropriate karate type noises (with accompanying chops and kicks) for the next half hour. We saw him out on the screened porch climbing on top of Gigi, and when she came in she told us they'd been playing "bunk beds" and she was the bottom bunk.

He had lots of fun with his cousins again today. They all got new fishing rods from Gigi and had casting lessons, and they fished this afternoon and I believe Caedmon and Dennis both caught fish today. They pretend-fished from the boat tonight as we took a sunset cruise. Dennis and David and I ended our day with a late night Waffle House run with Uncle Michael. After Dennis ate his sausage (wrapping it in a napkin first) and the sections of his waffle that had the most butter, he fell asleep on one of the booth benches.

Today he stopped eating things that make his hands all dirty, turning down Doritos and Cheetos because he didn't want orange hands. I presume this is why he wrapped his sausage patty in a napkin to eat it. I wonder how long this particular phase will last.

Today's weird car discussions: "Mom, the real Elvis is dead, right?" (completely out of nowhere--to my knowledge, we haven't discussed Elvis); and "Mama, who is Aunt Kristin's mom?". To this I replied "Nana Gaynell" and he said "so Aunt Kristin came out of Nana Gaynell's tummy? Did Nana Gaynell cry?". We went on to have the briefest and most innocent pain-in-childbirth conversation that I could think of. He told me "Eve should have listened to God when they were in the garden!". Wouldn't that have changed the world?!