Friday, April 27, 2007

Step, Step, Step

Since he started going up and down stairs standing up (and holding hands), Sam has enjoyed narrating his movements.

"Step, step, step," he'll chant.

He obviously hasn't mastered the art of inner monologue yet.

We've gotten used to Sam talking to himself, but last night while Joy and I were getting supper on the table, we heard a new sound. "Clomp, clomp, clomp," issued from around the corner followed closely by Sam's under-the-breath narration, "Step, step, step.

We were puzzled because Sam never attempts to walk up the stairs without our help, and we couldn't figure out what he was doing. When he suddenly appeared in the doorway a few moments later, we discovered the source of Sam's new fascination - Mom's sandals. The sandals' heels made him a good two inches taller and created a resonant sound as he pounded across the linoleum. But while I'm sure he appreciated the new vantage he had acquired, he was obviously concerned about how unsteady the heels made his walking. So he quickly traded out for Mom's slippers.

He spent the next ten minutes shuffling in circles through the living room, dining room, and kitchen, all the while muttering "Step, step, step." Joy and I spent the next ten minutes enjoying the show.


Anonymous said...

Sam reminds his May of his Daddy many, many years ago with his "step, step" around the house

Andrew said...

Yes, but did I wander around in your sandals going clomp, clomp, clomp?