More Samurisms

One night last week as I was getting Sam ready for bed, he was doing something bad (not listening, or whatever). I don’t remember exactly anymore what he did that deserved it, but I ended giving him a good whack on the butt to, ah, emphasize my seriousness. Well, Sam took a couple of steps away from me, turned around and (while pointing his finger at me with each word for emphasis!) said, “Daddy, don’t hit me on my butt! You’re a bad, bad boy.” Man I wish I had a video of that! It’s also the reason I can’t remember what it was he did. I mean, how can you be mad after a scolding like that?