Every day, one of the first things Sam says to me is "Mommy, do you have to go to work today?"
I actually get a jabbing feeling in my heart when she asks. And because she's still figuring out time (she still does a lot of stuff "last morning"), my explanations about when I'll be off next just don't make sense.
Then, there's her confusion about why I go to work.
As a treat for being good while I registered her for kindergarten (which is a whole post of its own), I took Sam to McDonald's for lunch the other day.
Let's just say it's a good thing that I didn't know anybody there and that we won't be going back for a long time.
OK, I've heard my mom's voice come out of my mouth more than a few times since I've become a mother. I knew it would happen, and I've generally been OK with it.
But today, I heard my voice come out of Sam's mouth. And I was appalled.
The days of Sam telling me when she's trying to hide something are done.
They ended abruptly on Sunday, as we were leaving a christening party for one of her cousins. Yeah -- leave it to my kid to lie and steal immediately after a holy event.
And what, you might be asking, did she covet so much that she tried to sneak them past me?
Tiny sponge dinosaurs. Like, not even a half-inch tall. So teeny, in fact, that she managed to stuff three of them into her grubby little fist without any parts showing.
And now, beloved readers, I present to you a story about my kids that will one day make them hate me for telling it but that is just too funny to keep to myself.
