Mine! Mine! Mine!

Yep... he's two all right. The toddler has progressed from "No" (Do you want to eat dinner, Sam? "No!" Do you want to live, Sam? "No!") to "Mine."

This week alone, my socks, DH's computer paper, the dog and my dad have all become the property of one Sam the Man. Everything I eat... drink... or look at sideways... is fair game.

I never thought I'd say this, but... bring on "Why?" I'm ready to leave "mine" behind.