....yes, it's because he talks a lot!
Sammy: "Mommy, when I grow up to be a grown-up you can't hold me anymore."
Me: "Nope, because you'll be too big. But I'll always hug you like th
is" (proceed to hug adorable little sweet boy) "What do you want to do when you're a grown-up?" (hoping for another cute answer)
Sammy: "I don't know, Mommy. We can think about that later." (ha! got another cute answer!)
Sammy: "Mommy, Daddy's at the boys' soccer game?"
Sammy: "Mommy, you help the girls soccer team"
Me: "No, buddy. I don't play soccer" (do not explain that it's due to being fat and out of shape largely [no pun intended] because of giving birth to you, my 11 pound wonder!!)
Sammy: "Mommy, you do play soccer a little bit. But I can teach you to play soccer! Tomorrow I can teach you to play soccer outside. You have to start the ball and then
kick it into the goal!"
He's a sweet boy!
He drives me insane when he talks so much,
but the benefit is the cute things we get out of the constant chatter!