Sammy Sez

So, the little one is THREE now, and boy is it fun to hear him chatter.  Sometimes we can make sense of it, sometimes not.  JimDad is actually the best at interpreting, followed by big brother K, and then me.  The little prince appears to be a man's boy, after all.

He likes to chime in at dinner.  We start the conversation by asking each other how was your day.  If Jim asks him, he just rolls his eyes and says: I was with you, Daddy.  This is not exactly true:  Jim does do chaffuer duties, but isn't with him all day long.  So either K or I pick up the slack, and ask the exact same question.  And, every single time, he tells us:  Good.  I went to Froggies.  (his nickname for his class).

Sometimes he tells us stories.  I'm not sure which parts actually happened, but I'm fairly sure of what didn't happen.  Like, if I ask how he got a bruise on his leg, he'll say   Brantley rode the giraffe, and it kicked me, and I fell, and the elephant sat on my leg.   So, definitely a fall of some sort.

If someone does actually hit him, we DO hear about it.  It doesn't happen often, but he is indignant that one of his friends would do that.  He has an incredulous tone when he tells us their name.