Today I woke to hear Sam hollering down the hallway from his crib, “Sam want to wake up!” Even though I was dying for a few more minutes of sleep at 0’dark-thirty, it still cracked me up as it has for a while now. The fact of the matter is that it amuses me so much that I can’t bring myself to correct him.
This afternoon when I got Sam up from his nap, he announced, “Sam needs his brown boot back on. Sam’s brown boot fell off his sock.” Did I correct him? I think you know the answer. I just put the brown boot back on as ordered. And the same goes for him referring to himself in the third person a la Bob Dole for months on end.
“Mommy, help you!” is another favorite. Of course it makes sense to him — and me. I use “you” to refer to him, so he uses it to refer to himself as well. Right, but not right. Do I correct him? Sheepishly I admit no. No, no I don’t. Am I bad?
Last weekend I was out by myself returning things and buying new things so I can return them this weekend. Sam was home with Daddy Mac having some male bonding time which they both love. (And I so love to give it to them.) When Sam went to the window to look for me, Bernie asked, “Do you love Mommy?” He replied, “She’s a nice lady.”
As long as he thinks I’m a nice lady, I guess I’m doing OK. Hopefully no one will correct him. The rest will come over time.
LibbY
I love love LOVE these Sam Macky stories. He is hilarious. Morgan is all about “Mommy need to help you”, too. Ugh!