More Thoughts by Sam

Sam stayed home sick on Wednesday, after waking up and being violently ill on Tuesday night.  He vomited several times and then when back to sleep.  When I got home on Wednesday, I asked what he and his father had done, and whether he had eaten.
"Well I didn't eat too much today.  Crackers and some ginger ale."
"No lunch?" I asked.
"Nope.  No lunch." he answered.

After a moment, "well actually Daddy went to Starbucks and got three things.  He ate them.  I just had a taste.  But mom, guess what?"
"What Sam?"
"Daddy got me my very own coffee.  Just for me."  He leaned forward for effect, and whispered, "and it was DELICIOUS."


Later on we were talking to Vivian about her day.  She really just answers yes or no questions, so you kind of have to guess at her activities.

"Did you have a good day Vivian?"
"Yah."
"Did you jump?"
"No."
"Did you play with Victoria."
"Yah."
Sam interjected, "did you steal her shoes?" (One of Vivian's favorite pastimes is to take off her own shoes and wear her playmate Victoria's).
"Yah."
"Did Victoria get mad?" Sam asked.
"Yes."
"Does she really get mad at Vivian for wearing her shoes?" I asked Sam.  He's spent the odd day there if he has school off.
"Oh yes.  Let me tell you what happens.  Vivian gets her shoes and puts them on.  Then Victoria comes and yells and sometimes hits.  And Samantha comes in and BOOM!  Victoria is in time out."
Vivian looks up, "yes," she agrees.

Starbucks

So I take Sammy to Starbucks a lot, apparently too much.  I went to place an order today, and asked the barrista for a tall coffee.  I had Sam in my arms.  As I finished speaking Sam shook his head and told her, "no, venti please."

Starbucks translation (my husband refuses to use their terminology):

tall = small
grande = medium
venti = large

Oral Hygiene

Today I took Sam to Starbucks so I could get my morning coffee fix and he could see some buses and run around.  Before we left I brushed my teeth, which made Sam want to brush his teeth.  He then didn't want to give me back the toothbrush, which was actually Chris's adult size toothbrush.  Since teeth brushing has been a battle of the wills lately, I figured it was better that he wanted it than didn't.  I let him take it for the ride.

I parked and went to unbuckle him from the carseat.  The toothbrush was still in his mouth.  I tried to take it out, he clamped firmly down on it, opening his mouth only to say, "NO."  I assessed the situation.  My coffee won over the potential temper tantrum which might mean no caffeine.  So Sam continued to brush his teeth in Starbucks while I got my coffee.