Sam I Am

Last night, we went to Sam's to stock up on some goods and to eat dinner with Mr. Sass. That's how we roll. You just can't beat their pizza combo dealio. On the way I was getting Little Red all excited. Our convo went something like this:

Me: Guess where we are going...

LR: Where?

Me: We are going to Sam's to shop & eat! It will be sooooo fun.

LR: Oh, ok.

Me: Are you excited?(trying to pump him up)

LR: Yep, Sam is my fwiend.

So, the buggies at Sam's have spots for 2 kiddos to sit. Who is brave enough to take 2 kids to Sam's? Not me. Little Red insisted upon sitting on the right side. He proceeded to tell us that his fwiend Sam was going to sit in the other spot.

I didn't have the heart to tell him that Sam's was a place and not a person. He looked for his "fwiend" all over the store. He finally decided that Sam must not have been there. He made me promise that we would go back again. Am I a bad mom for not telling him that his "fwiend" Sam doesn't really exist and for using it to my advantage? He hasn't been that good while shopping, well ever.

Does anyone have a kid named Sam that I can borrow?