So, you know how the other day I was so pleased with Sam for coming up with his own lyrics about how much he loves me and singing them to the tune of his favorite Veggie Tales song? Well, he came up with some more. There we were, standing in Costco by the produce department when inspiration struck: "I can poop on oranges, doo doo doo... I can poop on lemons, doo doo doo..."
Wowsa. Proud mama moment right there.
p.s. Does this picture not look like I just received a foot transplant from an NBA player?