pick up requests

I was on my way home from the gym tonight when I called David to let him know. Dennis commandeered the phone and asked "Mom, could you stop and get me a cup of vanilla ice cream at Sonic and bring it home?". I agreed, though grudgingly. Do you know how hard it is to go through the drive-thru at Sonic and see the sign for the all-new, limited-time-only Pumpkin Pie shake and NOT get one? I stopped there for water yesterday and had to remind myself that my calorie budget for the day did NOT extend to a milkshake (since we had Mexican for lunch), despite the fact that I'd just come from my run and was about to walk at the track with Mom. So I had to wrestle with myself tonight (looking up the calorie count on my handy-dandy iPhone helped me resist) once again, and I ordered his vanilla cup and my own ice water. Ice cream wasn't his only request. I asked him on the phone if there was anything else, and he said "could you get me some bigger feet?" and I had to repeat it to confirm that he did indeed say "bigger feet". I asked him what he needed bigger feet for, and he replied "so I can take bigger steps!". Oh. Duh.

I admire his sense of humor. Today after orientation at school, the teachers all went out to lunch and Dennis joined us. He told us jokes and said our blessing, and his teacher for this year remarked that he was really going to keep her entertained this year. I hope he does so in a GOOD way!

I love how Dennis freaks out when we turn the car in a different direction than he's used to, how going down a new road has him often remarking "I think we're lost!". He gets this from me. I am no longer like this, but I was in my early 20's, and it's funny to see him get so concerned and so dictatorial about giving directions to where he wants to go, the way he knows how to go to get there!