I went into Andy’s room this morning to give him a kiss before I left for work. I didn’t think he was going to wake up, but then, without opening his eyes, he said: “When you’re a robot maker when I’m in seventh grade or fifth grade, will you make a robot of yourself so I won’t miss you?”

Andy was reading the back of a Spongebob book, where many of the other fine Spongebob books are listed.

Andy: I’ll tell you the ones I want. Number seventeen, and two, and three, and six, oh, and four…Oh, and Atlantean Squarepantean. Sarah, is Atlantis a real place?

Me: No.

Andy: No, I mean Atlantis. Is Atlantis real?

Me: No.

[Further discussion about whether Atlantis ever really existed.]

Andy: Oh, and Lost in Time. That’s a good one. That’s where they get lost. In time.

“I believe in ghosts. And I believe in God. Ghosts and God are kind of the same, because ghosts can fly. And so can God.”

And later…

“Ghosts are real. And if ghosts are real, then so are zombies. And wizards.”

Andy was preparing to perform a “dangerous trick” on the slide.

Andy: If I die, I want Earmuff to be buried in my coffin with me. In case I revive.

Me: Okay.

Andy: And Sarah, if I die, I want all my toys to go to Aaron.

Me: Okay.

Andy: Tell me if I die, okay?

Andy: Sarah, how much is five minus one hundred and thirteen?

Me: Negative one hundred and eight.

Andy: No, five minus one hundred and thirteen.

Me: Negative one hundred and eight.

Andy: No, the first number.

Me: You mean what’s one hundred and thirteen minus five?

Andy: Yeah.

Me: One hundred and eight.

Andy: Oh. I have one hundred and eight souls left.

Me: How’d you get so many souls?

Andy: I’ve always had them. When you’re born you have one hundred and thirteen souls. And then when you turn one, you have one hundred and twelve souls left.

Me: Oh, so you lose one soul every year?

Andy: Yeah. And then, when you turn one hundred and thirteen, then on your next birthday, you’re just suddenly…a corpse.

[Note: I actually think I know why 113 is the magic number. I told Andy about his Great-Great-Great-Uncle Walter, who lived to be 113, and I said that hardly anyone lives to be older than that. I didn't tell him this recently, but he does have, as he calls it, an elephant brain.]

We took Super-Dog to the off-leash dog park yesterday. I was a little worried that it wouldn’t be very interesting for Andy.

But he somehow managed to amuse himself.

This picture was taken when we stopped for lunch on the way to DeKalb. I can’t remember what caused this expression–maybe he ate a lemon slice–but I couldn’t not include this one here.

Grandma Cheryl gave Andy a coloring book that she bought for him a couple years ago. Best. Gift. Ever. He colored and colored all through the weekend…even when the adults were doing other stuff and not paying any attention to him.

We went to Egg Haven for breakfast Saturday morning–thank you, Grandma Cheryl! Andy ordered the chocolate chip pancakes and pretty much only ate the chocolate chips.

Andy likes to do the bunny ears thing.

The Easter Bunny came to Grandma Betty & Grandpa DeWitt’s…

…and he brought cars!

Saying good-bye was sad.

When we got to Grandma and Grandpa’s house after checking out of the hotel, Andy graciously took a moment to chat before looking for the Easter Bunny’s loot. (That Easter Bunny is sneaky, you know, and he likes to hide stuff.) Andy even presented Grandpa DeWitt with a picture of a rocket, which he’d colored in the car.

Andy: This is for you, because it looks like a church. [It kinda did.] You can only look at it when you’re in church.

Grandpa DeWitt: Thank you.

Andy:  Did you know that Christians believe that God was resurrected on this day?

Grandma Cheryl: That’s right, that Jesus was resurrected on Easter.

Andy [to me]: Was he resurrected by a wizard?

We were in DeKalb on Easter weekend, visiting Grandma Betty and Grandpa DeWitt–and Grandma Cheryl, who was there too. We didn’t stay at the house, though; we stayed at the Holiday Inn Express in Sycamore. Andy struck up a friendship with one of the employees there and filled her in on all kinds of important information like the different monsters that Ben Ten can become.

When it was time to leave the hotel and go see what the Easter Bunny had left at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, Andy still had most of a donut and most of a muffin left that he didn’t want. Another hotel employee very nicely wrapped them up for him for later, but on the way out of the hotel he decided he didn’t want them even for later. So there was only one logical thing to do. He approached his favorite employee, now at the front desk:

Andy: Here, I wrapped these for you.

Employee: Oh, thanks!

Andy: If you see the Easter Bunny, can you give them to him? Because he might be hungry for a little snack.

Employee: Okay.

Andy: But if he doesn’t want donuts, maybe you could give him a carrot? Because he is a bunny.

During pre-bed storytime, Andy insisted that he needed a book that was downstairs. I gave him one minute to go get it. He returned with no book, but with a chocolate Easter egg.

Me: Put it back. You can’t have that now.

Andy: But I’m not going to eat it. I just need it in case there’s a burglar.

Me: …

Andy: If there’s a burglar, I can use it to activate my superhero powers. But only if it’s before midnight.