So, Sam was dawdling. (what?! Sam?! heh.) We were trying to get back to our car, but he wouldn't keep up with us. He would stop at look at a flower. Wander to the left. Wander to the right. Look around. Shuffle his feet. Etc.
So, Steve turns around and yells: "Vamanos, Sam. Ahorita. VAMANOS."
Sam halts, frowns in confusion and says (half dreamily; half exhaustedly): "But, *Daddies* don't say 'Vamanos!'"
It made me laugh.
Reviewing the Mail: Week of 12/9
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