Mah-mars

Yesterday, Sam went into the kitchen and indicated that he was hungry.  I opened the fridge and asked him what he wanted.  He pulled out the grapes, then put them back and decided on strawberries.  I went over to the sink to wash the strawberries.  With my back turned, I heard Sam call me, "Mahmah, mahmah."  I turned around to find that Sam had gotten into the cookie drawer (which I'd uncharacteristically left unlocked) and pulled out the first box of Mallomars of the season.  He wasn't saying Mama at all -- he was saying "Mah-mar" and requesting his new favorite cookie!  Finally, some definitive proof that this kid is mine.