I don't know what's up with Sammy lately. He keeps asking if we're in a dream or in real life. I don't know if it's a developmental thing, but he genuinely looks confused by life.
I love the way he sees things, from exclaiming 'the sky looks like mashed potatoes!' (and he's right, it does, all fluffy that it is), to saying that he wants to have brown teeth when he grows up (because brown is his favourite colour'. He cracks me up. He saw the picture of an angel the other day and asked me if it was a vampire. He often wonders about things, such as 'where do carrots live' and what are beans made of. This really challenges me. What do you answer to that?
The other day we were talking about growing up and I asked him what he wanted to be. He wants to live at home for ever. I gently tried to explain that everybody leaves home at some point, birds and nest and all that jazz, and that every grown up needs a job. He wouldn't have it. He just looked at me straight in the eye and said: 'I don't want to work! I want to be just like you!'
He's calmed down about my grey hair. He used to wretch when looking at it. Honestly. Little ungrateful sod! But he's accepted it now, and the other day said 'when you have grey hair, it means you're going to be a granny'. Charming.
He also thinks that if you run it gives you a heart attack. I wonder where he got that from.