I think Dylan has been to McDonalds twice in his life so far. My parents took Dylan to a McDonald's one day while I was at work. It had two stories, so my mom took Dylan upstairs, while my dad went to order their food. My dad yelled up to Dylan, "Dylan! Do you want a Happy Meal?" Dylan yelled back, "Well, Bubba ( he calls my dad that, much to my dad's dismay), I don't want a SAD meal!"
Yesterday, I told Dylan, "When you wake up from your nap, we're going to go to Mi-Ma's house!" "But, what about Daddy?", he asked. "Daddy is going to meet us there. Then, Mommy and Daddy are going to go on a date, and you're going to play with Mi-Ma and Pop-Pop". "What's DATE?", was the next question. "A date is when a boy and a girl go somewhere, like out to eat, or to the movies, or shopping, or whatever to spend time together and be lovey-dovey". "What's UBBY DUBBY? Like Oooby Dooby?" (Oooby Dooby is a song in one of his videos).
Tonight we went to Lowe's to buy a new toilet seat for our master bathroom. As we looked at the wall of options, Dylan shouted out, "Let's see if there's poop in them!"
Lately, he doesn't really play with any of his toys. At least, not in the way they are supposed to be played with. He basically just dumps small pieces randomly onto his "play house", which is actually our living room couch. To play with his "play house", you must take all the couch cushions off the couch, then get back on, and cover yourself with cushions. Then, he usually "searches" for the small pieces. I'm not completely fond of this new game, since every time I want to sit on the couch I have to fix it. I just know one of those pieces and I are going to have an uncomfortable episode at some point. But, I guess I should be happy about any activity that involves laying down. I could even take a short nap, if it weren't for the constant kicks to the crotch, or elbow jabs in my stomach.