This happened when I was getting Sam up from her nap.

Me: Samantha I need to brush out your hair.
Sam: No Mommy, my hair is beautiful (said in a very sorrowful and solemn way)
Me: Sam you’ve been asleep and you have some tangles. They need to be brushed out, and we need to put your hair back.
Sam: But my HAIR. IS. BEAUTIFUL.
Me: Yes, it is……but it still needs to be brushed
Sam: No Mommy No!!!!!

At this point she just runs away from me in terror of a hairbrush. I don’t think I ever did get it brushed out that day.

This was a conversation we had with Sam on Sunday morning of this week. A little background about breakfast, sometimes we have to really get on her to eat her oatmeal.

Me: Sam you need to eat your oatmeal so we can go to Mass.
Sam: I can’t
Me: Why not?
Sam: I’m scared.
Me: What are you scared of?
Sam: My oatmeal and bananas
Me: Your oatmeal and bananas?
Sam: Yessssss
Me: Are they threatening anarchy?
Sam: I don’t like anarchy!
Jason: The best way to control anarchy is to eat your oatmeal and bananas
Sam: Okay (sounding deflated)

Most of the oatmeal was eaten. Anarchy was avoided.

There are times that I am befuddled at things that Sam will say or do. The mind of a toddler is a twisty fantasy fueled by belly button lint. I am going to start posting things that she does or says that are just really funny.

Today I said something I never thought would would say.
Sam! Stop trying to cut Anna’s tail off with your knife! (This is a play knife for her play veggies) She really wants to be your friend but you can’t maim her.
But Mommy I need her tail to put on.
What?!