Sam wanted to watch the Grinch and I wanted to, er, waste time on the Internet so I let him watch it.
I'm still in the midst of wasting time on the Internet and he is disgusted by it.
"Mama, I'm bored."
"If you're bored, you need to find something to do." (Yes, I hated that when my mom told me that but I can't help repeating it anyway.)
Disgusted noises and a little stomping follow but eventually he busies himself in my office. I'm typing away, not paying much attention when suddenly I notice he's removing everything on the futon and bulletin board and tossing it on the floor.
"Sam, what are you doing?"
"I'm being the Grinch!"*
Apparently the Grinch has eschewed his customary "Santy Clause hat and a suit" because this Grinch is in the all together.
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