I just want some earrings!
I'm standing in the shower - one of two regular length showers I get each week due to the weekend and Hubby being home - and I think I hear some crying and maybe some screaming. I wonder if I should call out and see if he needs help with Sam or find out if Sam has been hurt. I decide he'll come and let me know if he needs me. Besides, sometimes I imagine hearing Sam when I'm in the shower and we're home alone throughout the week, so maybe the noises I hear are just the weird water noises that are good at creating scary mental images for a paranoid mom.
Then Hubby comes in and says, "Does he want me to do something specific when he holds a piece of scotch tape up to his ear like he's listening to it?"
"Oh, yeah he wants you to stick it to his ear lobe like an earring," I say.
And the door is shut, the odd crying/screaming sound stops, and I take the rest of my shower in peace, picturing Sam holding tape up to his ear and screeching at his father who must be desperately trying to figure out what this toddler is trying to tell him. Earrings Dad, duh.