Call me, “Sammy!”
June 12th, 2008 at 4:30 pm (Uncategorized)
Sammy is cracking us up! His questions are so pure and his brain is so hungry to learn about everything. Sammy wants to know the answers to the universe and I love that about him! I really hope he never grows out of this inquisitive stage. Sam is also finding himself, and his name is very important to him. I call him Sam often, and he’ll correct me, “Call me Sammy Schrantz!” He won’t talk to me until I back track and say, “Oh oopsie, Sammy Schrantz, where are your socks?” I love that about him too – how could I not? He’s who he is and he has empowered that! Go Sam! Oh… I mean, Go Sammy Schrantz!
Sammy’s question of “Why?” can go on forever, but my favorite “Why?” question is when Sammy sees someone with a baby and asks (every time), “Why do you have a baby so much?” After the targeted person tries to answer that, Sam will hit them with, “I have a baby! His name is Jack!” As the targeted person starts to say something about that being cute, Sam has forgotten what they answered about having a baby so much and will hit them again, “Why do you have a baby so much?” That’s when the targeted person looks to us with “Help me!” screaming in their eyes. I think Sam is trying to figure out why so many people have babies – and not just his own family. Questions for the universe!
Talking about questions for the universe… (cover young eyes) I was in the bathroom, and anyone with little kids knows that is no longer a private place, and Sammy wanted to know if I was going poo – because I was sitting down. He announced to me, “Pee is for standing and poo is for sitting!” So, I came back with the facts, I am a girl and girls sit to pee. I continued with the fact that boys have a penis and girls do not. Sammy, now very intrigued, said, “Boys need a penis to pee standing and girls need a virgina to pee sitting?” I was proud he understood, “Yep.” Then Sammy hit with a one two punch to the funny bone, “Mommy, do you have a hairy penis?” If I wasn’t already peeing – I would have peed my pants! I told him I did not – don’t want bizarre rumors going around if Sammy leaked out that his mommy has a hairy penis! I then told him to go ask daddy – because I wanted to share. He, so proud of himself, goes running out into the living room yelling, “Daddy! Mommy has a hairy penis!”
