samson walked out of the nursery into the living room early one morning where we were all gathered and said, “wow. i was asleep for like 3 years.”
“that building is as tall as a dragon dinosaur!”
me: “hey samson!” samson: “just call me boy.”
“what my heck.”
“i’m doing hanitizer.” referring to hand sanitizer.
after “reading” a book about trains he has memorized to my parents on facetime, my mom says “samson! who taught you to read so well?” samson replies, “my parents! just kidding. my body.”
“granddad walks like a grandfather.”
“every year, i turn a different number. it’s crazy to think about.”
“i was just putting on my defending suit so i can keep you guys safe today.”
on mother’s day, “when is children’s day?!”
eleanor is pretend hammering something. i ask her, “what are you doing?” she replies, “i’m just building up some scaffolding.” (spoken like a true new york city kid.)
eleanor has a habit of sneaking into our bed by 3 or 4 in the morning every night. we’ve been trying hard to talk about staying in our OWN beds. “but i just can’t help that i like to cuddle.” she said. “i like cuddling with papa the most because his body is warm and he has hair…he’s like a bear.”
more eleanorisms // samsonisms HERE.