Sam: Mom, I want to talk to Jesus.
Mom: You can talk to Jesus any time you want. What do you want to say to Him?
Sam: Thank you.
Mom: Thank you for what?
Sam: Thank you for dying for me.
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Sam: Mom, I remember you and Dad's wedding.
Mom: You remember that we are married? Or you remember the wedding?
Sam: I remember the wedding.
Mom: Sorry, dude. You weren't there. Neither was Matilda.
Sam: Why weren't we there?
Mom: Because we didn't have you yet. It was just me and Dad when we got married.
Sam: And then (dramatic pause)...GOD GAVE US TO YOU!!!
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Sam: Mom, why is your stomach big?
Mom (devastated): It's not big, honey. It just isn't flat any more. Remember how big it was when Matilda was in my belly? It just couldn't go from being that big to flat again.
Sam: Well, I think you should make it flat again.
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Sam, standing with his feet together and arms pressed down at his sides: Mom, look.
Mom: What?
Sam, now raising his eyebrows as high as they go and straining the tendons in his neck: Look...at...how...tall...I...am.
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Mom: Sam, why are you so nice?
Sam: I don't know. I think because I'm four.
5 comments:
Maybe God can give me a flat stomach, since he gave me the kids that made it big. I'm LMAO.
Oh the flat stomach...
My niece asked me awhile ago why I was chubby instead of skinny like her mommy!" Grr...
I just love him Em. He's as sweet as he can possibly be.
What a sweetie!!
Those.are.priceless.
I had to print this one off for his scrapbook. He is so exceptionally intelligent and sweet. He's thinking all the time!
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