Sam got Walkie Talkies for his birthday from my Mom and Dad. Within 10 minutes of opening them I was in the back of his closet, "wounded" trying to hide from rogue agents out to kill me. We played this for about an hour, and then when I started making lunch, Sam started telling me everything he was doing into his walkie talkie. This is how it went:
Sam. Mommy, are you still there? Over.
Me: Honey, I told you I'm making lunch, I can't talk on it right now, but keep telling me what you are doing, it's very important, over
Sam. Okay, over
Beeep: I am in the bathroom, I just kicked the cat and he ran away, over.
Beeep: Okay Mom, I'm going upstairs, it's really dirty, you should clean it here it's gross. Over.
Beep: Where is my optimus prime mom, over.
Beep: It's on my dresser, over.
beep: Okay, found it, over.
5 minutes later....
Beep: Okay, going through your box of jewelry that you told me not to, over.
beep: Sam, get out of there.
beep: Sorry, official spy business. Please don't come in your room, over.
beep. Get out now.
beep: ummmm, I think I broke your lamp, please don't be mad, over.
Beep: Get down here and eat your lunch please.
beep: you forgot to say over. I love you, over.
Beep: over
Sam: I'm standing next to you, you don't have to say that.
holy EF. This made me cry. Everyone in my office now things someone just broke up w/ me.
ReplyDeletethanks for that.
PS - your son is a riot.