Have you noticed that Sam has been talking to me a lot lately?

He has. He'll come up to me and say, "Why don't we light some candles and talk?" Or sometimes he'll just come up to me mid-whatever-I'm-doing (insert whatever inappropriate and/or non-conducive-to-chatting moment here you want)and start saying stuff to me. Apparently, he's got a lot on his mind.

Last night:

Sam: "Mom, right now my name is Sam S."

me: [trying to figure out how much of Lily's diarrhea got on the bed] "mmm-hmm."

Sam: "But when I grow up, I think I'll need a different name--to show that I've grown up."

me: [tossing some stuff off the bed for a better look] "Don't you like your name?"

Sam: "Oh, yes. It's nice. But when you grow up your name should *show* that you've grown up."

me: "Oh."

Sam: "I think when I get married is when I'll do it. I'll change it to my wife's name."

me: [confused because I did read that whole debate on FMH a few weeks ago about men taking their wife's last name, but did I mention that out loud ever (I don't remember having done this) or did he just read my mind?]

Sam: "Okay, well, I just thought you should know."