Sam’s Story: Week 113

Kind of a slow week, actually. Sam continues to chat us up, and things are getting to the point where you can actually have rudimentary little conversations with her. Sometimes she’ll actually get the ball rolling by making spontaneous observations like “I like cheese” even though cheese was nowhere on either the conversational or literal landscape.

The funniest thing, though, has got to be what I’ve taught Sam in relation to one particularly weird Internet meme:

ME: Sammy, what movie do you want to see?

SAM: Snakes on a Plane! Snakes on a Plane!

If you don’t get it, don’t worry. You’re just dead inside. Picture Samuel Jackson screaming at terrified flight attendants about snakes: “I want these **********ing snakes off the **********ing plane! Now!” And you’ll get it, or close enough.

Here, here’s some pictures:


One other odd linguistic quirk that Sam has developed is constantly asking where people and/or things have gone. I think it started in earnest when I was playing hide-and-seek with her one night. I’d put her on the bed, then run out of the room and hide in one of the other upstairs room by the time she clamored down. She’d run out into the room and into the hallway, where she’d shout “Where Daddy go?” before starting to systematically check each room until she found me. Fun stuff.

Thing is, she’s developed a habit of posing this kind of question when the answer is completely self evident. This leads to conversations like this:

“Where did my doo go?”

“Your blanket it right behind you, Sammy. I just watched you drop it.”

“Where did Mommy go?”

“She’s upstairs.”

“Where Wolfgang go?”

“I have no idea. He’s probably hiding from you somewhere.”

“Where did Mommy go”

“Upstairs. Still. You should write these things down.”

“Where did Daddy go?”

“Um, helloooo? I’m right here. You’re looking right at me.”

Sam pauses here to give me an annoyed look.

“Where did my doo go?”

And so on. We never did find the cat.

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