July 3, 2004

Sam/Caroline/Rain/I get the Wig

1) Sam was over at Jan’s house (Home of Beloved Caroline) and he asked Jan for a pickle. Jan said, “What’s the password,” and he said, “Please.” So he got the pickle and then later he was sitting in the family room kinda mooning at Caroline and he accidentally said what he was thinking out loud. It just popped out.. (That happens to ME too sometimes, so I know how he feels.)

SO sitting right there in the room with her, he accidentally said, “I love Caroline.” And then he heard his own voice saying it and he froze. Jan was passing through the room and she said, “What did you say Sam?” And he got all flustered and backpedaled, saying, “That’s the new password. To get a pickle you have to say ‘I love Caroline.’ OKAY? OKAY?” in this desperate voice. They all pretended like they thought that was a fine new password for pickles.

2) We were driving home through the pouring rain and Sam said, “Mommy, I know what the weather book says about how it makes precipitation, but I do not think so. I think there are children up there who live on top. And when the clouds get full and they run on the clouds, that makes the rain comes out. And when the children are roughhousing, that is what makes the rain be Torrential Rain. And sometimes when they make Torrential Rain they have a big crank they can turn on this machine and the machine twists the cloud up and that is how you get tornados.”

And I did not know what was more amazing, his vocabulary or his imagination.

3) Sam has taken to lurking. He sidles up behind me and creeps about in my wake and sits on the other side of doorways, back pressed to the wall, big-eyed and listening. I will be in my office and hear him breathing as he crawls along the baseboard. IT IS GIVING ME THE COMPLETE WIG.

Posted by joshilyn at July 3, 2004 7:38 AM

GAH! My eldest son does THE SAME THING. Only he started about a year and a half ago. My nerves ARE SHOT.
THEN, to top it off, one of his uncles (on his FATHER'S SIDE) gave him some spy gear for Christmas. So now he SNEAKS up and TAKES PICTURES.
NOt. Good.

Posted by: Kira at July 5, 2004 11:57 PM