I just got Sam down to bed, and then entered the bathroom to prepare for bed myself. I had only been in the room for a few minutes when I heard some whispering underneath the bathroom door (so as not to wake Lucy, who was asleep nearby). This conversation followed:
Sam [whispering under the door, apparently lying down on the floor]: Moooom, want to hear a joke?
Me [whispering back through the closed door]: No, Sam, it's time to go to bed. Go back to bed.
Sam [still whispering]: Pleeease Mom? [Pause] What do vampires call their girlfriends?
Me [relenting]: I don't know. What?
Sam [stage whispering under door]: Their fianc-fangs!
Me [still whispering]: That's a funny one. Good night, Bud.
I love that Sam is at an age where he loves to tell silly jokes that revolve around word puns. And I love that these jokes are important enough to him that he'll get out of bed and lie down on the floor so that he can whisper them to me underneath the bathroom door. I know that this joke phase probably won't last forever (it didn't last forever with my little brother C, although admittedly he still likes to try and be "punny" when he can). But regardless, I want to appreciate this joke phase with Sam now, as much as I can. I love his innocent sense of humor. He is a sweet, kind-hearted boy.
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