Friday, March 2, 2007

"That's not a cracker!"

One of my favorite things about Sam at this age is how literal he is. Last night I was sitting on the floor changing Grace. He came over and started driving a car up and down my back. All of the sudden, it was down the back of my jeans and he reached in right after it. Surprised, I said, "Hey, you leave my cracker alone!". Equally surprised, Sam stopped and then in a very serious voice said, "No mommy, it's not a cracker, it's your heiney. I'll show you a cracker!" He ran into the kitchen and came back with a box of Ritz. "See mommy, this is crackers, that (again touching my but) is your heiney, okay?"

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