I have the cutest story to tell about Sam in his early years. Okay, okay, I know he is only five, but he is such a mature five and since he started talking full sentences at 18 months, it just seems appropriate to say that this story occurred during his “early years”.
He was a young two-year old (meaning closer to 2 than to 3-got it? okay). He was perched up in his high chair awaiting his morning meal. Connoisseur of the kitchen that I am (I mean was, because I have made advances in this area of my life), I was heating up something in the microwave. The microwave dinged and I pulled the bowl out and set it on the counter. As every good mother should, I decided to give it a little heat test to ensure that my precious baby would not be burned when he took his first bite. So, I stuck my finger right down in the middle of it. First thing that came out of my mouth was, “Hot-chi Mama!”. It wasn’t a yell or anything. Just a normal-level voice. Sam did not even seem to notice what was going on. I set the bowl aside for a couple of minutes to let it cool off. I then felt the food again and decided it was at a safe temperature to feed my toddler. He happily took the bowl, stuck his little finger down in the precise spot I had put mine and said with exuberance, “Hot-chi Sam!”
I just love this child! And this was the day that I decided that my toddler is a genius.