Sam: "Mum, you really are a great mum"
Me: "I wasn't so great yesterday when I breathed in your face"
Sam: "Oh that's right, it smelt like, what's the word for it again? That's right, a sewer"
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Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Samism Number 34
After surgery yesterday, Sam wanted some eclipse mints (his favourite). Usually he breathes in my face to show me how "refreshing" they are. He gave me one and I breathed in his face (as he requested)
Sam: "Eww, that stinks, I can still smell your old breath behind it.
Note to self - brush more.
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