Magic Mama

I have convinced Sam that I am magic. Yes I know, I am terrible. But I am a true prancster at heart. He will ask me how I know certain things like if he is telling the truth or if he has eaten his lunch at school and silly things, that I truly don't have an answer for so I answer, "Well you know Mama is magic" He giggles and says, "Are you jokin on me??" It cracks me up! He asks me how I get my magic and can I give him some. So I just twiddle my fingers around in the air, hey I had to come up with something quuickly! So now he is walking around trying to be magic. He gets so upset with me sometimes when I am joking with him, like the other day we were playing dinosaurs on the floor and I had one and he turned around and was looking for it. I put it under me. Then I was able to push the little button to make it roar and he could hear it, so i told him I had eaten it and it was in my belly. Oops, went to far with that one, he freaked. So I must behave.....