Santa brought Billy a dinosaur egg. All we had to do was put it in water and the dinosaur would hatch in a few days.
So, before we went to Grandpop's house, we put the dinosaur egg in water. This is how he looked before we left:
When we got back from Grandpop's the dino was fully hatched and ready to come out of the water and be Billy's new pet. But what to name him?
I'm pretty good at understanding what Billy says, but small words out of context still give me trouble.
He muttered a name to me.
"Dan?" I asked, thinking that's what he said.
"No!" he giggled.
"Dap? Dat? Pat? Sam?"
No, no, no. And more giggles. But then he started getting angry that I couldn't understand the name of the new dinosaur.
It really sounded like he was saying "Dap." But he kept petting the new pet and saying "da...p". Hmm. Oh! He's damp! (Because he just soaked in water for 4 days, so yes, he's wet).
And that folks is how Damp the Dinosaur got his name.
Totally unrelated to Damp, Billy got to go to a New Year's Eve party. He was a little confused, thinking it was still Jesus' birthday and he wanted to sing Happy Birthday! again. Well, it was someone's birthday there, so we did sing. He got to stay up until 10 with his friend T, but then it was off to bed.
In a moment of generosity, my toddler decided he wanted to give some of his Christmas candy to his friend T. We brought it over and the boys each got to have their very own piece of gourmet candy (from Grandpop) before the new year.