This morning, while Bill was helping Sam get dressed for church, he called Sam "Sam-a-thon". Sam promptly responded with, "I'm not 'Sam-a-thon'! I'm a garage door!"
A little while ago, I was sitting on my bed, reading (I was procrasinating....I should have been on the treadmill) and I heard Sam fussing a little. I went in to his room and asked him if he was okay. He responded loudly (two-year-olds do NOT know how to whisper), "Shhh! I'm sleeping!"
I'm going to assume he's fine. He is sleeping now. And I did my 30 minutes on the treadmill (in case you were wondering).
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