Sam(3): Dad, I love you.
Dad: Aww, I love you, too.
Sam: I wish I could sit on your head.
Love of donuts
As we prepare to leave for the donut shop at 5.30, Sam (3) grabs his penis like he needs to pee.
Dad: Is your penis telling you you need to use the potty?
Sam: No. My penis is telling me I need to go to the donut shop.
It’s still good
Sam (3yo) drops pita chip on the floor. Savannah comes over and licks it a couple times. Sam gets off his chair and picks it up.
Sam: It looks pretty clean.
Mommy: (making disgusted face) Do you really want to eat something that Savannah licked?
Sam: Yep. (Takes a bite)
I’m getting excited to go to Utah. I can’t just handle it!
Sam, 3
“It’s fun being on a train!”
How’s the bacon?
Sam (3): A little bit buttery, a little bit salty, a little bit crunchy, a little bit soft.
What’s that?
(First thing in the morning after waking up, Sam points at the divot on my upper lip.)
Sam: What’s that?
Daddy: My lip.
Sam: What’s that?
Daddy: It’s my lip.
Sam: What’s that?
Daddy: I don’t know what it’s called.
Sam: What’s that?
Daddy: What’s that?
Sam: What is that?
Daddy: You tell me!
Sam: What’s that?
(Continues 10 more times, so I finally look it up.)
Sam: What’s that?
Daddy: It’s my philtrum.
Sam: Yeah!
Sam: Daddy, I want you to stay home all the time. That’s why I was sad.
Daddy: (starts sobbing)
Sometimes body language is the whole conversation.
I changed my pants because…they got wet. I didn’t see my penis because…I saw the submarine and the cars and the turtle. So…I didn’t see my penis.
Sam on why he had changed into a new pair of pants. It’s just so easy to get distracted.