Everything with Sammy is "too dangerous". That is his out for everything he doesn't want to do something.
"I can't go to bed NOW...it is too dangerous"
"I can't pick up my own toys..it is too dangerous!"
So today Adam asks him if he wants a hot dog to eat.
"Oh! I can't eat a hot dog! They are too dangerous. They have gristle all over them and they are too hot!"
We give up and give him his "safe" butter sandwich. *gag* Something about how he says DANGEROUS...he drops his voice a bit, he really emphasises it. Makes you believe, there might be danger. You just never know. That or I am a broken down old mother, who is sick of arguing with him. Your choice.
Tonight I say a prayer for his up-coming kindergarten teacher. May she steer Sammy through all his danger, real or imagined.
That kid is a nut job and I am sure Adam blames me and all that late night television I watched when I was pregnant. Radiation and all.
While eating his sandwich, he told me "I need some 5 Hour Energy. It tastes great, there is no sugar and it is only 4 calories"
See? Too much tv again. Turned my kid into a walking commercial. Like that maniac needs ANY extra energy? My God. No thanks. My brother would be proud though, he drinks that crap like crazy.
Also overheard from Sammy this week:
Adam: "Sammy, go in the living room."
Sammy : "WHY??"
Adam: "Will you just do it, please."
Sammy: "I hate when you say "just do it" because it means you don't know WHY ELSE!!"
It took all my will power to not laugh out loud, because as bratty as that may be, there is some truth in it.
Ah! My dangerous kid! Gotta love him!