After going to the park the other day:
Sam: I fell down and hit my elbow on the slide.
Mom: Oh no!
Sam: It was terrible, and it really hurt.
Mom: I’m sorry!
Sam: Mommy, it’s not YOUR fault. It’s the slides fault.
While sitting on the bed the other day:
Daddy: Can you rub my back?
(She rubs his back in one spot for just a second)
Sam: Are you better?!
Daddy: I’m just a little bit better.
Sam: I want to make you a lot better!
(Rubs his back again for a tiny bit longer)
Sam: Are you a lot better?
Daddy: Yes, I’m a lot better.
Sam: Good. I’m gonna go tell Mommy.
While looking at Cormac and holding his hands, Sam says in a sing-song voice:
I’m right here, Bubby! I’m right here foreeever!
While we’re all in the car together:
Sam: I scared!
Mommy: Scared of what?
Mommy: Bees? Bees like buzz?
Sam: Yes, buzz buzz bees…We need to whistle.
(We all whistle.)
Sam: Nope. Not working. I still scared. Let’s whistle faster!
(We all whistle faster.)
Sam: Yay! It worked! I not scared anymore.
Quite randomly while at home (maybe my brow was furrowed?), Sam says to me:
Don’t worry, Momma! It’s a be alright.