Though we spent precious little time together today (thanks so much to Grandma for watching him while I was so under the weather), I was still able to enjoy Dennis in full Fighter Pilot mode. He donned his flight suit (arrived today, $8.95 included shipping, thanks eBay!) and became a truly obnoxious and arrogant flier, demanding that we hop in our 'jets' (exercise bikes) and fly behind his (elliptical trainer). He watched very few, very carefully edited minutes of the movie Top Gun, and when we refused to hop into our crafts, he hopped on his 'motorcycle' (his bicycle) and sped away down the hall (a la Tom Cruise). What I love: the flight suit has zippers to access his pants pockets. He isn't wearing pants under it, so as he sits here on the couch beside me, I'm catching occasional flashes of his Buzz Lightyear underwear. Sure enhances his tough guy image.
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