Creepy Sammy:
While at dinner the other night (a family-friendly salad bar place) Sammy leaned forward over the booth divider to speak to a little girl about his age. He said something along these lines, "Hey little girl. I'm Sammy. Look at me!" Already trying to pick-up/impress the ladies.
Clever Sammy:
After naptime Sammy emerges from his room requesting an ice cream cone. I told him it was too cold for ice cream (ha! like I even believe this is possible).
He said, "We can just go through the drive-thru."
Me: "Dairy Queen doesn't have a drive-thru."
Sammy: "Not the Minnehaha Dairy Queen. The one by where they make the cars."
Me: "Do you mean the Dairy Queen down the road from the Ford Plant in St. Paul?"
Sammy: "Yeah, the Dairy Queen in St. Paul."
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