Uh Oh

Sam's new favorite thing to say is, "Uh oh!" He understands that it is used when an accident occurs. He doesn't know that it isn't as appropriate to say after intentionally causing mayhem.

If Sam comes to get me with an, "Uh oh," my heart sinks. I know I'm going to follow him to a scene of destruction. Food spilled, books pulled out of the bookcase, the dog frantically eating everything Sam just threw out of the pantry.

This morning I was checking my email when Sam came into the room, still wearing his footie pajamas. He patted my arm and said, "Uh oh, Mama." I sighed and followed him into the living room. Everything looked okay. The kitchen and both bedrooms checked out. I started looking under the couches when I noticed that Sam's walk was a step-clomp, step-clomp.

Realizing there was something in his pajamas, I stripped him naked and found my cell phone stuck to the bottom of his foot.

Uh oh...I think I need a break!