Sam the Destructor

Sam really is a careful kid. He does not like messes and can spot (and worry about) a piece of lint across the room. However...he IS two. Since being at Grandma Barb's house, I have lost track of all the messes he has made. My mom keeps a VERY CLEAN house, people.

There have been multiple gooey handprints on the table and chairs. He leaves his cars in the middle of the floor. There are puzzle pieces everywhere. The coffee table is covered with dolls that he insists are sleeping and can not be disturbed.

I felt really bad when Sam dropped a juice glass and it shattered on the kitchen floor. He has never broken any of my cheap dishes, and there went one of Grandma's glasses. She wasn't worried about it at all. A few days later, Sam was trying to help clear the table. Carrying a dinner plate (Red Wing, no less), he tripped over his Softie and the plate went flying. It, too, shattered against the floor. That one made me really sick, but again Grandma didn't care. (I didn't see her do it, but I wouldn't be surprised if she saved a shard for Sam's baby book.)

Grandpa Doug has been part of the fun, as well. Sam knocked over a full glass of lemonade and no amount of wiping could get all the stickiness off of the floor. Doug ended up spending most of his morning off mopping. Just this morning, Sam tripped and spilled orange juice on the carpet. Again, Doug was put to work. He got out the carpet cleaner and scrubbed away.

Sam and I are going home soon, and I know both Grandma and Grandpa are sad to see Sam go. But honestly - I shudder to imagine what else Sam could destroy!