There is a big baby here...

And it's me. I just BAWLED through Toy Story 3 and then I begged Sam not to grow up and leave me. I won't be able to handle it. I'll probably curl up in the attic and hope he has kids who will come and play with me.
This afternoon, I took Sam to a Sibling Class at the hospital. At the class we watched a movie that explained to him what would be happening to his mom and baby during labor, delivery and recovery. Not the gritty details of course, but it showed what the room would look like and the monitors that would be on us and the baby warmer and the nursery, etc. Sam seemed so grown up, even though he wouldn't answer any of the questions and was acting super shy, that is until it was time to go. The teacher told him he could take and extra cookie wrapped in a napkin home with him for after his dinner. She didn't want him to ruin his appetite. Sam wrapped up a cookie, put it in his goodie bag, then took another for the road and chomped down on it as we walked out the door. No shame. I found out later that he also helped himself to a free baby name booklet.
On the way to the car he told me how surprised he was to see a little baby doll pop out of the knitted womb the lady had. He said, "I was not expecting that!" Then we laughed. I don't know what he thought was in there. She told him what it was.
Speaking of crying, I was crying to Matt the other night, it was about the garbage getting emptied... Don't ask... I can't explain it... I'm so emotional. I recovered and Matt went about his business. A few minutes later Sam came up and said, "Mom, are you okay?"
Me: Yeah, why?
Sam: Dad said you were crying.
Me: Why did he tell you?
Sam: I don't know. He always tells me his problems. Then he expects me to fix them.

He then shook out a garbage bag and proceeded to empty the trash can in my room. I couldn't stop laughing. Then I laughed again when I told Matt about that little conversation and Matt looked completely perplexed and said, "Sam said that? Do nine year olds think like that?"

Back in October there was a night when Sam took a marathon bath. Matt walked by and told Sam it was time to get out. A few minutes later he did it again, this time a little louder. Then Matt went downstairs and we heard the front door close. Then Sam said, from the bath, "Mom, where did Dad go?"
Me: I don't know, maybe he took out the trash. (I'm obsessed, can you tell?)
Sam: He probably went to get you a shake and me nothing.
Me: No.
Sam: I think he went to get you a castle and me a butler suit...

Where does he come up with this stuff?

I know this is getting long, but there is one more story. Two weekends ago we went to Shane Co. to get my ring cleaned and checked. We love to do this. They have free water bottles and hot cocoa. And my ring magically becomes like knew. We all got our drinks and then Sam got comfortable in the waiting area. As I walked away Sam said quietly to himself, "Ahhhh, this is the life, sitting in a big chair, with some hot chocolate, in a diamond store."