In case I failed to mention earlier...
A certain someone took a certain liking to Grandpa's chair over the holidays.
In fact, if Grandpa was sitting in Grandpa's chair, this certain someone would come over to him and stand right in front of him and say in the sweetest little voice, "Chair?....Chair?".
Grandpa of course thought that it meant Preston wanted to sit on Grandpa's lap on the chair.
No siree, Grandpa.
What it really meant was Preston wanted Grandpa to get up and out of his chair so that Preston could sit in it all by himself.
Grandpa booted. Preston king of the chair.
Next was Christmas morning...
Preston got his very own basketball hoop for Christmas this year, to complete his obsession with anything round, ball-ish or resembling a circle.
He now has his own "ball ball".
I betcha didn't know you could throw stuffed dogs through basketball hoops too, didya?
Preston also got plenty of matchbox cars, tiny miniature balls, and I think we counted 3 dumptrucks.
At least they were attractive looking vampires, right?