Out of the Mouth of Buglets

What is a buglet, you ask?  Well, when the Saminator was a newborn, one of my first nicknames for him was "Bugaboo Jones."  Don't ask me why because I don't know why.  So, that has stuck around and morphed into a variety of sub-nicknames -- Buglet, Buggy, Buggy Boo Boo, and just plain Boo.  Oh, there's Boo Radley and sometimes Radley for short.  The Buglet's got some nicknames accumulated.  Hopefully he won't develop a personality for each one or we're in trouble.  I will only let Dr. Phil help us if he blood-promises not to leak it to the press.

So, getting on the main feature,  the other day Buglet and I went to see my friend's long-awaited  sweet little newborn.  Weighing in at over eight pounds, he sure didn't seem little during labor for his mommy, but he seems tiny to me now.  Anyway, we headed over there, and Sam had no interest whatsoever in Baby Tee.  He was too busy scoping out four-year-old Henry's trains and extensive collection of Matchboxes.  When we are getting ready to leave, Sam wanted to take  Harvey the train with him.  When I explained to him that it belongs to Henry and would be there for him to play with the next time we came to visit baby Tee, he relented and put it down like a good sport.  

Yesterday as we were eating breakfast, Sam exclaimed out of nowhere, "Sam want to go see Henry's little brother!"  

Wow -- I was shocked and wondered if I had heard him correctly.  "You mean Baby Tee?"  

"Yeah," he replied as if it his newfound interest in Baby Tee was the most normal thing in the world.  

"We'll have to go see him really soon!"  I was thrilled, elated that he was sensitive enough to take an interest in a newborn.  I thought about how his future wife would thank me one day for helping to develop his nurturing side....  

"Sam want to take Harvey home," Sam responded.

And with that I descended back to the planet Earth.  Well, at least he's honest.  His wife will thank me for that.

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