You never know what is going to come out of the Saminator’s mouth these days. Today he commented, “Sam’s a boy, and Maggie’s a baby.” Well, both of those statements are true, but pretty hilarious when strung together. He is a boy, and Maggie is indeed a baby. I guess in the eyes of Sam Macky babies don’t have a gender yet, they grow into them, which is kinda true when you think about it.
He also says, “Mommy, kiss you!” right when we are rushing to get him dressed and out the door. Roughly translated, this means, “Mommy, kiss ME!” I try to savor the moment as we lose crucial minutes, remembering that someday soon he won’t want his mommy kissing him at all. Will he not get into Harvard because he was a few minutes late to preschool when he was two? Hopefully the answer is no. He also commented the other day, “Sam like Mommy’s hair.” Then he proceeded to take off my headband and put it on himself right before his nap. What do you know, he even had it on at the end of his nap, very becoming. And today he wanted to wear my necklace. I drew the line there.
I have to savor these moments because let me tell you the rest of them have not been nearly as pleasant lately. He has been no angel, no angel at all, throwing some wicked temper tantrums over seemingly nothing. Thankfully none of these have taken place in the middle of the grocery store checkout line, not yet anyway. These humdingers usually revolve around such crucial issues such as the location of the maple syrup on his plate of waffles, which route we take home from preschool, which chair he sits in at the kitchen table, and his refusal to get out of the car when we arrive home. He does not seem remotely cute (even to his mother) at these critical junctures.
Oh, and there is the biggest conundrum of all — does he want to stay downstairs when I get dressed or does he want to come upstairs with me. After changing his mind back and forth and back and forth this morning, he finally decided he wanted to come upstairs with me. However, when he was two steps from the top of the stairs, he changed his mind yet again. Wait — I thought it was a woman’s prerogative to change her mind? Enough already! I dragged him to the top and locked the gate. You would think I was gnawing his arm off sinew by sinew with the way he was carrying on like a banshee. Who is this child, and when is his mother going to come pick him up? I’m expecting a big tip!
He did get really cute again a few minutes later when I was getting him dressed. He threw his arms around my neck, blurting out, “Sam want to hug Mommy forever.” All was forgiven in an instant. His mother could leave him here forever. In fact, I hope she does.
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