little boys have said or done. They are funny little guys.
Andy: "Mama has a baby growing in her belly!"
Sammy: "Yeah and I growed in Dada's belly."
He's always been a Daddy's boy. He'll even tell me
"I am not your Sambug, I am Dada's Sambug."
I gave my boys lasagna for lunch and told them to eat their noodles. Sammy looked at it and said "This is not noodles..." I told them "They are just big, long noodles. Like pasta. Garfield the cat eats it all the time, he loves lasagna." Andy thought about it for a minute and then asked "Why are we eating cat food?"
When we got home from preschool Andy dumped out about 3 cups of sand from his cowboy boots. I asked him why his boots were full of sand and he told me "I borrowed it from preschool because Papa is going to build me a new sandbox and I need to fill it with sand! I'll just borrow some sand everyday, they have lots of it at preschool" I need to get this kid over to home depot to buy a few bags of sand.
Andy: "Mama, I'm following my erections!"
Me: "You're what???..."
Andy: "See!" (Holds up his Lego directions that he is using to build a castle.)
Sometimes Andy tells me things that require further investigation.
Samuel and I are laying in bed, Sammy has a toy snake.
Sammy: (pointing at a gap under some pillows) Dada look at that cave right there.
Me: Wow, that's a neat cave.
Sammy: (referring to the snake) Yeah, that's him home. (not a typo, he really says him instead of his)
Me: It is?
Sammy: Yeah, he has him babies in there, right in there.
Me: Really? Baby Snakes?
Sammy: Yeah, hi...m little babies are in that cave. See he goes in the cave like this.
Me: Is that a Dada snake or a Mama snake? (you have to ask, our boys can't figure out pronouns)
Sammy: It's a Dada snake.
Me: Oh wow. A Dada like me?
Sammy: Yeah.
Me: Do I have babies like the snake?
Sammy: Yeah, I'm your baby.
Me: Yes you are.
Sammy: (back on the snake, much more entertaining than talking about me and my babies) And he goes in the cave and comes back out of the cave, and him babies are in there.
Me: You're so silly Sammy.
Sammy: Yeah...
Sammy: I pooped on the wall today.
Me: Say what!?
Sammy: Yeah, Mama cleaned it up.
Me: uh-oh...
Amber suddenly walks in the room, unaware of the conversation.
Amber: You will not believe what the boys did today! It was disgusting!
Me: Pooped on the wall?
While bent over puking in a bucket (sorry for the imagery, I'm pregnant, ya know it happens...) Andy came up and started patting my back. He said "maybe you need some spikey soda, that always helps my stomach." This affection of course lead me to bawl (pregnancy again, really emotional) and Andy said "It okay mama, I will always take care of you." How does so much compassion and love reside in a 5 year old boy? Andy you are one of a kind.
Today I got to watch the most adorable little girl for a few hours. She was dropped off just as Sammy had left for preschool. Andy's eyes got wide with excitement "We traded Sammy for her!?" I couldn't help myself so I said yes. "Oh, I just love her! I'm so glad we traded, Sammy is always fighting me." Then after a few hours of watching her blow spit bubbles and coo and sit (I love me some baby cuddles!) Andy said in an bored exasperated sigh "Can we trade her back for Sammy now?" Oh my sweet boys, they were meant to be together.




