I have a picture of my Grandpa Jack reading me a story when I'm probably younger than Patrick is now. I'm wearing a clown costume, so I'm guessing it's October of 1981 when I was 18 months old. It's in a little frame and it sits on my nightstand. Patrick likes to go through the little drawer (which has necessitated moving certain items to other locations), and the other night he brought me the picture. "Poppy," he said. We have never called anybody Poppy. I guess he could've heard it at daycare but it makes you wonder.
Of course, then I told him it was Mommy and her grandpa, and then he pointed at baby me and said, "Haircut!" He was right; I could've used a haircut. Coincidentally, Patrick needs a haircut. :)
The next day, we were watching "Dinosaur Train." I have been trying to make this Patrick's favorite PBS show, because it's MY favorite PBS show, if by "favorite" you read "least offensive" (no actually I kind of like the show, I admit). Patrick's hanging on to "Curious George" but he's realized that I let him watch TV longer if he watches the choo choo trains so he's adapted. Anyway, the show we were watching was focusing on the t-rex. So there was a giant t-rex on the screen. Patrick grinned and pointed. "Easter Bunny!"
