This morning we again ventured over to Karen and Aiden's house to play. However, this time everyone in our play group was invited and it was a madhouse.
Karen, bless her heart, was in the kitchen making a quiche. Aiden was standing at his train table, dismayed by the children playing with all of his toys. And the moms just kept coming! I stood near the door, watching as women carried in bundles of jackets and mittens that turned out to be toddlers once unwrapped.
Everyone brought snacks and Sam hopped around the table, randomly grabbing when he thought I wasn't looking. I finally had to take him downstairs to play on the big climber. Again, every time he went down the slide and landed on his feet he threw his hands into the air in triumph and then applauded wildly. After a while he stood at the bottom of the slide to judge the other kids. Each swooshing little body was awarded enthusiastic applause from Sam.
We eventually ate snacks and I was having a great time talking with the other women. Once my attention was diverted Sam began his begging campaign. He'd sidle up to anyone with food, slightly lower his chin, and gaze up at them through his lashes. Within a few seconds I'd have someone asking me if they could share their food with Sam.
He has big brown eyes, and he isn't afraid to use them.
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I would give Sam whatever he asked for if he batted those at me!
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