Had fun listening to Sam play make-believe with various things by himself this evening. Not knowing we were listening, he would say things like, "You're not leaving, not on my watch!"
He got a box because we got a filing cabinet. It became a first-class home for him complete with windows and sky light. That is, until the Indians attacked. This evening he made footprints leading away from the scene of the massacre, his home stabbed with silverware and a bloody note saying "THERE WERE TOO MANY AAAGHH!!" While he was making the footprints (which he made by drawing an outline of his own foot on a sheet of paper), he said, "I have to write the dirty part", by which he meant, it turns out, making the footprints look muddy. Man, I like the elements of 5-year-olds which are uncomplicated.
Unrelated exchanges from the playdate today:
Sam: You know, Ian, I think you are really good with babies.
Ian (matter-of-factly): I am.
Where does this come from? Sam actually is good with Josh. (And Ian kept wanting to kiss the baby.) This morning he held him on his lap and played with him for a while.
Susan overheard that when Ian grows up he will be an inventor who makes a car which turns into an airplane and it will also have a transporter. They discussed what this meant for a while.
Sam: When I grow up, I'm going to be an archaeologist. Do you know what that is?
Ian: No.
Sam: An archaeologist is someone who digs up new and ancient cities.
Ian: What about dinosaurs?
Sam: No, that's a paleontologist, not an archaeologist.
Susan managed a playdate with seven kids this afternoon. This counts as one of her three miracles toward sainthood, btw. (She very humbly points out there were other parents, but she was the hostess.)
Susan adds the following exchange with Sam:
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