Not long ago I was holed up in my room on bedrest (that's a story for another day). Sam knocked on the door and said, "I need some Sam time with you." This melted my heart and I patted the bed indicating that he could come in for a snuggle.
So there we were. Sam reading a book about tigers and me reading Oprah magazine.
Suddenly, Sam said, "I need to tell the baby something."
"Okay," I said, curious where this was leading.
He put down his book, placed both hands on my belly and leaned in until he was about two inches above my belly button. Then very slowly and very loudly he declared, "BABY! THIS IS YOUR MOMMY."
And pointed to a picture of Oprah.