Rusty is a crack up.
Today at church, one of the teenage girls who helped with his Nursery class stopped me. She told me how she kept trying to play with Rusty in class and he stiff-armed her and said, “No! I don’t play with girls! And you are a girl!”
Yesterday morning, while playing in the backyard, Rusty talked to our neighbor through the fence. He had to tell Lyle that his name is Super Rusty. Not just Rusty. Super Rusty.
He has told more than one person this lately. It is his current fetish.
Last month, his fetish was being a dog. He was silent, except for the occasional bark or growl, and he crawled around the house, panting. If you were particularly lucky, Rusty would crawl up and lick your leg.
All of this dog pretending happened while he was dressed in an Elmo costume.
I sure love my Super Rusty!