Baptist Hollywood, Nicknames and such

We just took a five day trip with just Pitufo. It was super fun. We saw the great granparents for two days and got to be the trophy family to Pompey as he worked the red carpet, I mean, a booth, at the Baptist Hollywood extravaganza. Now, if you know Martha, you know I'm not a REAL baptist, with all due respect to those who are, but let me just say...if I had had the camera, there would have been faces you other people would recognize. Sad to say, like most of real actual Hollywood, I didn't even know who they were until well into, or after, lengthy conversations about parents, grandparents, and other such niceties. I will have to say the man and legend that I love is Dr. Jerry Rankin, the hot dog of the International portion of this institution and he is so cool, because he is so real, and his wife is GORGEOUS, and very hilariously down to earth as well. Pompey walked into the VIP room and THERE. HE. WAS. All regular guy that he is. I would have frab-ed and pooped my pants. Good thing I had already left to put Pitufo to bed.
Back to the trip...we got five glorious days of just Pitufo time and it was comical to say the least. He tagged along to the workout room and helped himself to apples and orange juice while Martha sweated away. He ate pizza and chatted with me endlessly about the $5 worth of toys that I let him buy at a nearby Lakeshore. We fed the black swans at the hotel pond (swank, hollywood, baptist style) and he nearly got bit by one who wanted more than our delicious FiberOne cereal bar we were so graciously tossing to him and his black swan friends, and he laughed endlessly upon discovering that I call myself Martha.
We were driving in the rain and I bumped a speed bump and exclaimed "Oh MARTHA!" because contrary to what some people may think, I CAN reign in my salty dog of a tongue when my children are in tow. "Who's Martha?" He asks. At which point I explained nicknames, like Pituf.
Hours later, being the socratic child that he is and always has been, he is getting ready for bed, and in his nighttime pull-up, when he declares "I am Diapery!" I nearly peed laughing. So from there on, he was Diapery and I was Martha and we spent I don't know how many hours saying "What's your name?
Martha.
What's your name?
Diapery!!"
laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh
It was 3 year old humor at its finest ladies.
Pitufo is napping now, back in his place as one of three. But for five days, he was the one and only and it was bliss!