I AM SAM

The best thing in the world just happened about an hour ago. My daughter loves the book "Green Eggs and Ham" and she has a little Sam doll she carries around.

Since she's discovered that being up on two feet is way cooler than crawling around on the ground, a whole new set of opportunities to cause panic have presented themselves to her.

One being, reaching in the toilet. I know what you're thinking. "Get those clips that hold down the lid." It gets to a point where I say I will child proof the house but never do. It's not neglect, it's teaching responsibility. (sounds good right?)

Seriously though. I believe that all those months they are crawling around, kids make mental note of everything they will destroy once able to walk.

Tonight was a Reagan first. She toddled up to the toilet and threw Sam right in. I didn't have the wherewithal to go and grab the camera, mostly because I was screaming, laughing and pissing my pants all at the same time. I could go and throw it in to recreate it, but that would be deceiving all you lovely readers.

I think you can imagine what it looked like though.

No Green Eggs or Ham were harmed in the making of this post. Sam, however, didn't fair so well