Yep. I just gave Elvis a goodnight kiss.
Me: “Is there enough space in this bed for you and Sheldon and Elvis??”
Levi (pointing): “Yeeviii…. here. Elvis here.”
*Levi invented an imaginary baby this morning. After giving me what-for for “smushing” his baby (I swear! All I did was sit down on the couch to drink a coffee. I was not intentionally smushing babies.) we decided that the baby needed a name. He no-ed every name I suggested until I hit on Elvis. Baby Elvis has been rocked and fed so many times today I lost count. Wonder if he’ll still be around tomorrow?