“Ask Sam what he did to me today,” Andy said as we were driving to a soccer game.
I look over my shoulder and Sam winks at me. “It was a good one, Mom.”
I asked him to write the story for blog readers. (Stop back on Friday where I share my thoughts as a writing teacher of his story. Right now, just know as a Momma, I’m thrilled he was willing to write something I asked him to write under a deadline. Normally he only writes his own ideas on his own timeline!)
“You should have seen him,” Andy said, “I looked over and he was rolling on the floor.”
“Yeah, I just about died from laughing,” Sam confirmed.
“Did Noah help you?” I asked.
“Ohhh, no!” Sam said, his blue eyes round. “I had to keep it a secret from everyone. I didn’t want Dad to know.”
“Really? Well, then how did you think of doing that?”
His smile gets even bigger. “Captain Underpants! You always find useful things when you read.”
We laughed some more. He’s funny.
“Maybe we should be a little scared,” Andy said low-quiet so his voice wouldn’t carry to the backseat. I lift my eyebrows. “He’s really good at pulling off practical jokes and he’s seven. Just wait. You might not be laughing so hard next time!”