If you hate grandchild stories from besotted grandparents, then you might want to move on to another page. If you know me, you know Sam is the light of my life (until Jillian comes) and I never miss a chance to brag on him, or in this case, tell a hilarious story that someday will come back to haunt him when he's 15 (Andy can attest to those stories).
The other day, Lindsay and Sam dropped by for a brief visit, mainly to get out of Mike's way while he was doing some home remodeling. I was cooking dinner - pause here while you pick your jaw up off the floor - for our music minister, Paul, who was batching it while his wife and daughter were out of town, hence invoking the rule of feeding your bachelor guy friends. Sam mentioned he need to go potty, and Lindsay just told him to go on in my bathroom. I sent a questioning glance her way, and she assured me he was quite able to go on his own (he's two), and we both assumed he just needed to pee.
When he wasn't back in a few minutes, she went to check on him, and then I hear "Oh NO!" from the bathroom. I was rushing around trying to get dinner ready on time, so I didn't investigate, though I briefly wondered what kind of trouble he might have gotten into in my bathroom - makeup, toothpaste, hair products - well the list is endless for an adventurous 2-year old.
Then, a few minutes after that, Sam came running into the living room and proclaimed, rather loudly, "I poop everywhere! I need a bath!" Andy and I roard with laughter, and I went into the bathroom to check out the damage. When I walked in, my nostrils were assaulted by the odor of - well you get my drift - and Lindsay was rinsing Sam's shorts and underpants in the sink, doubled over with laughter. I noticed a nice stain on the rug next to the toilet and thought, well, I can probably get that out. I was still laughing, and then Lindsay exclaimed, "What is THAT?!!!" I won't get too graphic here, but apparently something didn't digest too well, and by now she was laughing so hard she could hardly catch her breath, and I was laughing both at what had happened, and at her laughing. Laughter is contagious - you know those times when you and someone else are laughing, and pretty soon everything is funny and you can't stop.
I came back in the living room, still laughing, and Paul and Andy were in Andy's room playing a video game. I went in to tell them what happened and Sam had just walked in (shirt only, bare bottomed). Paul called him over and pulled him up in his lap, and Sam wriggled away, saying "No, I have poop on me!" I collapsed into more laughter, and went to tell Lindsay, who was STILL laughing in the bathroom, spraying the Oust and about to wet her pants (she's 7 months pregnant).
Needless to say, that was one of our funniest Sam episodes to date, and provided us with a good half hour of belly laughter (very good for the body and the soul). Those are the moments that make this GiGi proud!