storm heroes

We got so preoccupied with storm preparations last night that I didn't get a chance to write before I fell asleep with Dennis draped all over me. I did not sleep well, as you can imagine. I got up tremendously early to travel an hour to a teacher training that took most all day. I am completely exhausted. Dennis is not.

He invented a new hero scenario to play yesterday, one in which he wears his Green Lantern cape and declares himself "Potty Man". I am his trusty sidekick "Toilet Paper Girl" and his dad is "Evil Professor Flush" and Lemonade is super villain "Dr. Poop". He invented all this while I was in the bathroom (wishing for privacy but getting entertainment instead).

The storm avoided us this time, thankfully, and we didn't spend much time huddled under our mattress in the hallway. Lemonade huddled with us this time, in our faces, on our laps, etc. He (the dog) felt the need to dance on us and lick us profusely, so we're glad our confinement didn't last long. Dennis amused himself with reading the Grinch on the iPad and was happily surprised when we told him it was safe to go to bed (and that he got to sleep with us). He watched the weather reports until late in the night (I kept the television on so we could hear any warnings about our are), long after David and I had dozed off ourselves. He was so tired, David reported, that he put himself down for his nap today. That always happens when I'm not around! He sleeps late only on days I have to get up early. It's not the correlation I would prefer!