Son Of Sam

The Crappensteins have a son. His name is Sam; he is 18 months old and too cute for words. If I was 32 years younger I’d be all over him.
Sam was born just 3 weeks before I arrived in Crappalvania and I have had the pleasure of watching him grow into a little man. I love kids under the age of five because I feel that is the best age in life. You don’t have to go to school, you get to play all day, someone else has the nasty task of wiping your bottom, all your meals are prepared for you, your main responsibilities are to be cute and giggle and the best part of all….can you say afternoon nap!

Kids that age are full of wonder and energy and find anything I do to make them laugh hysterical. With Sam around I have a built in audience in which to bounce material off of. He laughs at everything I say. He laughs when I act like a clown. He even laughs when I don’t say anything or do anything. Wait a second…maybe he isn’t laughing with me but rather at me. Geez, everyone’s a critic!

I have three nephews, who I miss dearly, so having Sam around has been special for me. I don’t want kids of my own so I have perfected the role of The Fun Auntie. I don’t give clothes as Christmas gifts; I am part good time girl and part bad influence. Why not right? They’re not mine! I can just give them back when they start to bother me!

Sam is starting to talk and is learning animal noises. He knows a duck goes ‘QUACK QUACK’ and anytime he sees a picture of a duck he quacks. Actually, it doesn’t matter what picture he sees he quacks at it. Now that I think about it, the other day I asked him what sound a dog makes and he quacked. He quacks all the time now and at anyone he sees. I’d quack in people’s faces too if for one minute I thought I wouldn’t be committed.