In the car on the way to get an ice cream to celebrate all things good, Marcel says;
Mom I am so serious about this ice cream.
While eating the ice cream he proclaims;
This is very serious ice cream Sammy. Don’t be silly about it!
Trying to rearrange his disheveled sheets, Sam says;
This is really difficult up here.
I respond; Difficult is a tremendous word to describe that Sam.
To wit to woo, Sam replies; Tremendous is a fine word too.
At the end of my rope with the endless requests (more milk, yogurt, playtime, that toy over there we never play with..) before bedtime I say in a loud and clear tone; The next request is not only not going to be granted but it will result in the loss of a story!! (Can I do that?)
Sam’s quickness here startles me; “Mom, can I please have some more loving?”
Marcel, sitting quietly in the living room surrounded by blocks in some kind of formation;
Mom, I can’t handle it.
Can’t handle what Marcel?
Can’t handle going to the moon without you.