....as evidence by the fact that he put on my flip-flops (the only ones I can wear thanks to plantar fasciitis) and informed me that he was Samuel in his sandals.
He proceeded to march off to bed and lie down, but not before instructing us to call his name.
Me: "Samuel!"
*door to his room opens*
Daniel: "You called my name?"
Me: "Nope, I didn't do it. Go get back in the bed."
*off to bed & the door closes*
Me: "Samuel!"
Him: "You called my name!"
Me: "Nope. It must be God."
This continued for a few rounds til he tired of being Samuel. And morphed into Larry-Boy.
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