I was putting Griffin to bed for the second time (more details on that below) and I said, "Good night Griff-man" as I walked away from his crib. And he said, "I'm not Griff-man, I'm the Griffinator." I call him Grifinator on many other occasions. I so so so love our kids.
So here's why we had a little stumble and I had to put Griff to bed a second time: Today we ate chili (which we home made yesterday -yum!) and then had some indian food at a Christmas party. So I was lighting a match in the hallway to, ahem..., cover the, ah, odors. And the match set off the smoke detector, which Griffin got a little scared about. So I went in to give him a last hug.