Sam and Will Reynolds are our twin grandsons (sons of Penni and Mark Reynolds) and they constitute a sizeable part of the reason why we departed Orinda and moved to Charlotte. We are in Charlotte now 5 and a half years and that is their age as well. Their language and in general the way they interact with each other will never cease to captivate me and I find myself from time to time writing down (so as not to forget) some of what they say. That which follows is a sampling.


Additional Jewels from Sam and Will
March 27, 2009

They spent two weekends ago with us (Fri, Sat, Sun). On Sat night, Sam says to Jill (Meme to them): “I think we should relax, not go to church tomorrow. When we’re with Mommy, sometimes we don’t.”

Will: After a bit of whining, asking for help putting together a model airplane and looking for a certain piece for it for some time: “Actually, I have just found what I needed.” NOTE—“Actually” was his principal new word that day—we heard it all the time.

We went out for pizza….Will ordered pepperoni—when it came he asked the waiter for “ranch dressing, please.” Mark anyone?

Will one morning--as related to us by Penni: he woke up, went in to wake Penni up grinning all the while, singing, “Penis is puffy! Penis is puffy!”

Sam to Meme: “Do I look cool with my sunglasses and hat on backwards and my surfer shirt on?”

Sam to Meme, both of them out on our balcony as Jill tended to the flowers planted out there: “Meme, I didn’t know that you grew rosemary. Do you cut these flowers and take them inside?”

The other day in their backyard replying to Mommy when asking what they were doing: “We’re making a girl destroyer.”

Sam was given a toy battery-powered forklift. He explains to us” This forklift can generate its own power.”

Sam with the same forklift, shortly after getting started with it: “Meme, this tag on the forklift is frustrating me.” Mimi took scissors and cut it off. Sam: “Now I don’t have to deal with that.”

Out in their yard, while Mark is doing the first mowing of the season, the boys are cleaning up the cuttings left in the driveway. Jill pulls up, asks Sam what he is doing and why he has that bag over his shoulder. He explains to Jill that the bag won’t fall, that it is tethered to his belt. (Yes, that’s what he said….tethered.)