UH PEE

Sam loves the couch. I mean like madly deeply loves the couch. He spends a good deal of time lifting his leg like a boy dog trying to place it on top of the couch in an effort to climb onto it. He likes the couch so much that it is the only item he politely says please for. Everything else he sort of points to and screams or says the objects name over and over and when I refuse to give said object to him commences screaming. But the couch. He stands before it and lifts his leg up, then looks back and me and says UH PEE. (aka Up Please).

Of course I relent and lift him onto the couch. A big grin spreads across his face and he begins flinging himself to and fro on it. He goes onto his knees as high as he can, raises his arms up as high as they'll go and then throws himself forward face first. Then he scrambles back up onto his knees and does it in the other direction. All the while, I am playing defense grabbing arms and shirts and feet in an effort not to get him to fling himself right over the edge. The couch is a terrifying object for me these days.