What?!

Last week, Sam was playing outside, and I was trying to convince him to come in. He is still obsessed with sprinklers and has spent a lot of time wandering the yard, checking them out. A few broke over the winter, and he has made sure his father is aware of this dilemma.

As I was calling to Sam, I noticed he was bent over the grass by the edge of the driveway. I thought he was monkeying with another sprinkler head. He finally stood up and walked towards me. As he headed my way he said, "It's okay, Mom. The snake went back down in the hole."

Oh heavens. I hate snakes. I have told him a dozen times since then NOT to mess with snakes in our yard, but to let me know when he finds them. I will move them out to the weeds with a shovel. I know they are just garter snakes, but they DO bite!

And, in case any of you hears a comment from TJ, please let me assure you that he is not a racist. TJ is on a Star Wars kick. If he isn't playing our Lego Star Wars Wii Game (which is a lot of fun to watch him do), he's watching one of the Star Wars movies, reading a Star Wars book, or playing pretend Star Wars with Sam (who is either R2D2 or C3P0, depending on his mood). The problem? TJ is fascinated by Darth Vader. But he can't remember his name. So he calls him "Black Guy". I keep correcting him, but he hasn't stopped.

Sam is really taking this robot thing to a new level. He now talks with his hands, just like C3Po. He also speaks with beeps and hums, like R2D2. He expects me to know what he's saying. Life is never dull around here. I keep trying to convince him that robots don't wear diapers, but he isn't buying that theory yet.