Two Samuel stories.
Yesterday going to work, Samuel said that he was going to make a list of all the bad words and check them off as mom said them. I told him not to make a list but to write them down IF she said them. "I will, and I'll put the time." His mother, predictably was fussing and fuming over this and I was chuckling. When his mother started in with her objection Samuel did a grand salaam, and bowing deeply in his car seat he said, "Hail, Oh Queen of bad words." With that we both broke up in hysterics.
Later that same day, I sent Sam in to ask something of his mother. She figured he was coming in to beg to stay up later (again) and said, 'I'm not talking to you about it." (I found this out later.) He came back and shrugged his shoulders at me and said, "She didn't want to talk to me."
Not knowing what this was all about, I asked why.
"I don't know, maybe she has anger issues."
I really don't know where he comes up with these things, but he keeps us both in stitches most of the time.
Later: I forgot another gem that came up in this discussion. Samuel was discussing his mother's colorful vocabulary: "I'll make a list because she said the S word and the A word and the D word. And the P word."
"The P word?" I asked.
"You never know, just in case there is one," was his reply.
Yes, he keeps us on our toes.
