So the lyrics to our song are:
"It's Brendan and Grammy time!
It's Brendan and Grammy time!
We'll laugh and play and sing
And also eat some things!"
Today I picked him up from school LATE for the first time EVER!! The traffic was really heavy, and I couldn't get in the lane I needed to and drove all over the place until I finally homed my way to his school. I live about 40 miles west of Nashville, and his school is in East Nashville across the river. It takes at least an hour to get there, and although I gave myself enough time, it didn't work today. I was in a panic. He wasn't at all worried about it and came out the side door where I was supposed to pick him up with his teacher just happy as could be. I apologized and discovered that a fourth grade teacher knows him when she asked if I were Brendan's grandmother. She smiled and said, "Oh yes, I know Brendan." I said that he managed to be known. She laughed and said, "Yes, he does!"
When he got in the car we had this conversation:
Brendan: I want to live with you.
Me: Why do you want to live with me?
B: Because I love it!
Me: I'm so glad! I love you, too!
B: I'll live with you forever.
Me: Will Mommy and Daddy cry if you don't live with them at home?
B: Mommy will cry. Daddy will sleep.

He played outside (beautiful weather today), ate dinner, had his bath, sat with me for us to read, got to bed at 8:30, sang several songs to me, and fell asleep around 9:00. Yes! We have plans for tomorrow that should be fun.