Sam is Bored

Sam is really good about entertaining himself. I can jump on the computer or talk on the phone and he will busy himself with his animals or cars. Sometimes he needs me to play with him, but for the most part he doesn't mind being alone for a while.

This morning I may have pushed his limits. I was on the computer, and then my sister called. We talked and talked about nothing in particular. I heard Sam playing happily so I didn't rush to get off the phone.

Then Sam walked up to me and said, "Uh oh." Ugh - the worst words he can say to me. I followed him out to the living room. I did laundry last night, and had everything folded and sorted on the loveseat. The loveseat sits at an angle to the corner, with a small open space behind it. Sam had managed to take all of the laundry, down to the last mismatched sock, and wedged it into the space behind the couch.

Sighing, I decided to take care of it later. I walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see the entire floor covered in potatoes. Sam had gotten the pantry door open and carefully spread a 10-pound bag of potatoes all around the room.

How can I be mad? It serves me right for not paying attention to him!