Sam got in trouble for something we need not go into right now. Afterward he was very much in the mood to gain approval from his parents. First I had him help clean up the mess he made. He enjoyed it enough that he asked to keep cleaning--so I suggested:
Tim: You want to clean the kitchen floor with me?
Sam: Yeah! Why would I not? [You could here the "duh!"]
As he scrubbed he said with enthusiasm, "This could be sparkling! It's sparkling like diamonds!"
And while asking me for the container of wipes he said, "you know, the yellow cylinder!" I think I've ascertained that he has the spiritual gift of "syllables."
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Yesterday Susan told Sam a great story about a boy who is naughty and buries his sister's favorite corn-cob doll--only to have his transgression revealed to all when corn grew on the spot.
Sam, never one to miss the point, said at the end, That was really bad. I could never do that. I don't know how to dig a hole.
Susan then said, "I hope there are other reasons you can't do that!"
Sam replied, "Yeah, there sure are: we don't have a corn-cob doll!"
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I get the feeling that most of his sins will be highly creative ones--nothing ordinary for him.
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