Mr. Big Thunder

A couple of weeks ago, Sam started talking about "Mr. Big Thunder." (Back when Kate was in the hospital it stormed and he looked straight at Mamaw and I and said, "That, my dear friends, was thunder." :)

Anyway, Sam's not a big fan of thunder, in general, but a few weeks ago he started talking about Mr. Big Thunder, as in "I'm afraid of Mr. Big Thunder." He and Stuart had a long talk one night about how Mr. Big Thunder isn't scary because he doesn't have arms. And if he doesn't have arms, then he can't get in our house, because he can't open the door! This revelation seems to have helped quite a bit.

Today, he said "Mr. Big Thunder! He's here!"

I said, "He is?" because it was just sprinkling. No thunder.

"Yeah yeah yeah. He's here with all of his friends! And his friends are making a little bit of rain," he said.

I was on the phone for a minute, and he started to talk... I thought to himself, but he was talking to Mr. Big Thunder. "I'm so glad to see you, Mr. Big Thunder! And thanks for bringing your friends. You're my best friend! And we can go home and your friends can come over. It will, it will just be great!"

See, I told you he likes everyone. Our little social butterfly.