About a year and a half ago I made the mistake of freaking out when little Wade caught a bug that randomly flew into the car window. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, sitting on the floor in the front seat, trying to get as far away from him as I could. All this drama while Sam and Wade laughed hysterically and Wade continued shoving his fist full of bug at me.
To this day, whenever Wade sees me, he will find a bug, piece of lint, or even an invisible bug to shove towards me and proudly announce "bug" to make me scream.
To this day, whenever Wade sees me, he will find a bug, piece of lint, or even an invisible bug to shove towards me and proudly announce "bug" to make me scream.
One summer afternoon we took him to the park and started finding rocks to throw into Provo river. When we picked up these rocks we usually found enormous amounts of gross ants and bugs under them. Needless to say, I spent the majority of the blazing hot afternoon running and screaming for my life.
And I still haven't forgiven Sam for not protecting me a little bit better.
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I likewise hate bugs. I get tense just thinking about someone approaching me holding some sort of insect. (Shudder).
And you would think Sam would be a little more compassionate, considering his mortal fear of spiders. . .
I like to think that Sam doesn't protect you more because of his mortal fear of spiders. If only I had videos of Cody, Sam and Quinn during the hundreds of times they were surprised by spiders . . . or in some cases, lint. Maybe that's what eternity will include--millions of You-tube like videos of things that happened on earth and were recorded by some amazing technology we don't know about. I hope so!! The thought of seeing Sam again at 16 screaming like a little girl when a spider pops into sight would be awesome. Love you, Sam.
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