The Menagerie Grows

I enjoy the litany of animals that must be evicted from Sam's room every night. I also get a perverse kick out of seeing if I can get animals added to it. A few nights ago I asked if there was anything else, like maybe a gopher. Guess what? There was. The gopher is now a nightly visitor (though I'm pretty sure Sam doesn't really know what a gopher is).

Tonight's list was given to Mama like so:

"Mama, come here for a minute, I have to tell you something.

"Now, what is in my room?" *finger tapping lips*

"Hmm, let me think for a second... There is:

-two scary bears

-two teeny tiny little guys

-one big giant scary guy

-a gopher

-and another gopher

-and another gopher

-and another gopher

-and another gopher

-and another gopher

-and another gopher

-and another gopher

-and another gopher

-and another gopher

("That's a lot of gophers," said Mama.)

-and one more gopher.

"Is that everything?" asked Mama.

"Umm.... nope."

...at which point we got more scary bears and owls and foxes and guys (giant and not) than you could shake a stick at.

"And a cat."

Of course there was.