Wednesday, November 02, 2005

It's Not Just that He Looks Like Me

Sam lost some of his violin music. Two pieces, to be concise. And he looked for them for about sixty seconds and of course didn't find them.

Instead of taking time to look further and probably finding them, he takes ten minutes to make a little sign. He comes down to the kitchen and thumbtacks it to the wall with a flourish and a little smile.

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Oh, he is so my kid.

14 Comments:

At 10:39 AM, Blogger LadyBug said...

That is hilarious. And sounds just like something my Drama Queen would do.

 
At 12:28 PM, Blogger mrtl said...

What a hoot!

 
At 12:36 PM, Blogger Candace said...

Oh, how cute! He made a "lost" poster!

 
At 2:04 PM, Blogger Annejelynn said...

the crying lil' guy at the bottom is a nice touch

 
At 6:41 PM, Blogger kalki said...

Oh, that is awesome.

 
At 7:41 PM, Blogger SoozieQ said...

That is too funny and so cute!

 
At 12:10 AM, Blogger Never That Easy said...

Too cute! Creativity like that deserves a reward... it seems like a much better solution than the three-hour-hair-pulling-"HELP-ME-FIND-IT" session that would've happened here.

 
At 12:15 PM, Blogger Greedy Kristian said...

If there was an "Awesomeness Hall of Fame", Sam would totally get my vote. What a cool kid.

 
At 4:34 PM, Blogger Stacie said...

Oh my goodness that is hysterical! I am dying here! Sounds like you NEED a cup of tea..you can come hang on my porch for tea anytime! LOL Stacie

 
At 6:24 AM, Blogger Susie said...

Perfection. You gotta put that one in the "keeping box," mama :)

 
At 9:33 AM, Blogger Mad Munkey said...

That is pretty funny. You need to send that to school for the teacher to see.

 
At 7:53 PM, Blogger eclectic said...

O.M.G. -- How creative is THAT?! I can't stop laughing!! Did he find them yet?

 
At 8:03 AM, Blogger lawbrat said...

What a dear, dear child. He's a keeper.

 
At 12:25 PM, Blogger Cat said...

Seriously. Where do these nuts come from?! My middle child would ABSOLUTELY do that.

This totally reminds me of the time she couldn't find the envelope on which she had painstakingly copied her cousin's address (it was under her bed), so instead of going and grabbing a NEW envelope to start over so she could get it mailed out that day, she MADE one. Out of wrapping paper. Which took HOURS. And which ultimately fell apart due to poor glue quality. Which forced her to finally come to me asking for the hot glue gun and some staples. Which led to me marching into her room, looking under her bed, and finding her original envelope. Which led to hugs and puppies all around.

Freaking nuts.

 

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