Sam has a habit right now of following me around from room to room, and if he's absorbed in something and I leave the room, he'll call or come running when he discovers I have left.
"Bethan-where are you?"
So now Vivian has caught on, and if I got into another room, I hear a little voice call, "Mama… whereareooo?" as two complete words.
So, the bathroom, putting away laundry, tidying up, wherever, I have an entourage.
I was outside with Sam yesterday, Vivian napping. Sam was in the sandbox, while I weeded.
"Mom?" he said without looking up, "you there?"
"Yes, still here," I told him with an exasperated sigh.
"You know," he said, getting out of the sandbox, "I have to check where you are to make sure there isn't any danger and you don't get in trouble."
"I'm a smart lady, Sam, I won't get in any danger. Anyway, what danger do you think I might get into?"
He came up stood directly in front of me and leaned in, whispering, "well, you never know when you might see a GIANT spider. He might come along and try to EAT YOU ALL UP." Arms outstretched in either direction. "You have to watch out for GIANT SPIDERS, mom. So, I have to check on you."
"Thanks, Sam. I'll keep an eye out for those."
He nodded seriously and went back to the sandbox.
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