Pimptastic

Sam and I were talking about his teacher, Mrs. Wilson, last night--we love her, btw, I mean LOVE her as in would probably adopt her and care for her forever if one could adopt a woman with a child in college, but I digress. Anyway, he's been regaling me with tales of kindergarten each day and all that goes on (which I need to update, but busy, busy, busy). So last night, in one of his particularly rambling chit chats (where he gets that trait, I have no idea), I was sort of tuning him out and just catching every 10th snippet or so, when I heard him say:

And Mrs. Wilson says that we're all stars. We're all really special.

Okay, did I mention that I love her? Seriously. Love.her.

I told him that she was right and of course they were. Then he says to me:

When she says that, I think about being a popular star--and, well, you know, wearing the cool clothes? Like, some red pants, a pinkearring, and I'd have the shiny teeth.

And then he smiles at me and I mentally picture the movie star glint.

I didn't laugh...I'm getting better every day...

and some gold necklaces...you know, with some medallions??"

Still, I didn't laugh, but I'm really intrigued and, he lost me at the earring, so, I clarify in my best Steven Covey, effective leader-repeat-the-person-just-told-you-style:

So, popular people wear red pants, pink earrings and have shiny teeth and wear gold necklaces?

Sam is very serious--and says,

NO!, not a pinkearring, not an earring!! A pinky ring! You know...with a stone..."

and he waggles his finger at me. I bite my tongue and nod.

That would be really cool, Sam.

He nods enthusiastically because frankly, he doesn't need me to tell him what is cool. He knows, thankyouverymuch.

Yeah, I know...oh, and I forgot. I also would wear a red hat, too. Red pants, a pinky ring, some gold neckalaces and the red hat.

audible sigh and then a trademark Sampout

I wish you would buy me some cool clothes...mine are so boring."