Sometimes, if he's had a particularly good night, Sam gets a treat first thing in the morning. Typically these days, it's a gummy something-or-other. His favourites are the sharks; personally, I don't like them, so when he asks what I want, I normally choose something else.
These days are the "me too" days, so invariably, when I choose something else, he suddenly wants that other thing, too. Very endearing, let me tell you. :)
So the other morning, right after our shower, he looks up at me with the most mournful expression on his face. He tells me, with tears practically falling from his eyes, that the bear misses the mama shark.
I was, understandably, baffled.
"The bear," he tells me, "misses his mama shark."
Hmm, think I. "You mean the gummy bear you ate?" "Yup." "Misses a gummy shark?" "Yup." I asked him what we should do.
"I should take a gummy shark, and eat it all up, and it will go 'splash' in my belly and the bear will have his friend!"
...Indeed.
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