Sam likes to talk. A lot. I mean a lot, a lot. He talks and talks all day. When it gets quiet in the car for even one second, he has the need to fill it up with something, anything. A squeal, a giggle, a question. I'll admit that on occassion I've asked him to just stop talking for a minute so that my ears can rest. His response is always, "No. Because I want to talk."
Despite this, I love his little voice. I love the conversations that we have, and I love the questions he asks me. He is at such a funny age these days, and is constantly saying things that have us laughing. Here are a few of my most recent favorites:
* "Let's play purtend. Daddy, you be a elephant. I be a elephant. And Mommy, you're the pig!"
* To Eric, "You're not the boss! Mom is the boss!"
* After asking him to pick up his toys, "I can't, Mom. My muslces are too big."
* "I don't want to be obedient and good. I just want to be naughty."
6 comments:
Hummmmmm.....I knew a little girl who used to be just like that! He didn't fall far from the tree! xo
hahaha so funny. so cute. love it. (... and at least sam knows who the boss is!) :)
I am sitting here waiting for the dumb credit card people to pull me off hold and came to your blog. I am glad I did, it put a smile on my face, and I needed that right now!! Stupid credit card people!
that's hilarious! what a cutie! you're so good to be recording the funny things he says. i need to be better about writing down kayla's sayings! :)
Oh, I agree, that is hilarious! His muscles are too big. Question is, does he come up with this stuff on his own or pick up these nuggets from his parents. :)
He is very perceptive, you ARE the boss.
Lindsay, I loved this blog. I found out how to get the new blogs. Yippee! I must confess. When I was a little girl, I,too, liked to talk. In fact, a poem was made for me. They call me little chatterbox, My name is Verda Cloe. I have so much to talk about, so many things to show. Ha. Ha. Grandma
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