As the pneumonia subsided -- and we got over the meningitis scare -- last week, my sweet little Sammy's personality started to re-emerge. Here's a sampling of what she said to me and her Nana, who came to stay with us while Sam was sick.
Last Sunday
Sam (practically giving off steam because her fever was so high): "Mommy, I'm sorry I coughed on your bed."
Me (still stripping off sheets and pillowcases after she threw up on them): "It's OK, Sammy. I know you don't feel good."
Sam: "It was an accident. I just coughed like Jackie." (She then did a spot-on impression of our cat, Jack, puking on the rug.)
Wednesday
Sam (crying because she still didn't feel good): "Don't go to work, Mommy. Just hold me."
Me (feeling like the worst mother in the history of the world): "Awwww, honey, I'd love to stay with you tonight, but I can't. Here, I'll hold you for one minute, and it will be the best minute of the day, OK?"
Sam (about 30 seconds later, after sitting on my lap and hugging me): "Thanks, Mommy. You can go to work now."
Thursday
Sam (as I'm leaving to go to work): "Bye Mommy!"
Me: "Bye Sammy! You be a good girl for Nana."
Sam (in her best grown-up voice): "And don't forget -- if you have to pee-pee or poopy, just go use da potty while you're at work, OK?"
Friday
Sam (to Nana and me, in her room): "I'm gonna go get us some teddy bears from downstairs, OK?"
Me: "OK. We'll wait for you."
Sam (an earnest look on her face): "Just stay here, all right, ladies? I'll be right back."
This Sunday
Sam (as Nana and I were getting back into the car after going into the station to buy drinks and pump gas, respectively): "How could you two guys do that to me?"
Me (surprised): "Do what to you?"
Sam: "You both leaved me."
Me: "Sam, I was right outside the window the whole time! I even poked my head in and talked to you!"
Sam: "Just don't do that again, OK?"
