future blogger

Dennis has 2 pink eyes tonight. He asked if Gran can babysit him in the morning, and she has agreed. He had an easy day of lounging around--all 3 of us did. And when I asked him what he'd been doing, he replied "lying on the couch with Dad, you know, just hanging out." He seemed to feel okay, other than the drippy eyes. Tonight we put him to bed, and he didn't stay there too long before he appeared at our bedside, saying "I'm scared of being alone in my room." He wanted help finding Froggy. When David went to search, Dennis said "guess what I've been doing in my bed. I was writing your blog." I asked him if he was writing on it his (toy) computer, and he said he was. I told him I couldn't wait to see what he'd written, and he said "oh, no--I already shut my computer down!". I asked him if he'd just tell me what he'd written, and he said "QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ. That's what I wrote!". Yep, that was his day!