(y/n = your name)
"mommy, where's uncle ham?"
you heard a small voice and looked up.
the voice came from your three year old son bobby.
"what, sweetie?" you asked, unaware of someone named 'uncle ham'.
"uncle ham!" bobby persisted. "i wanna play tag wiff uncle ham!"
you tilted your head, perplexed. "uncle ham…"
"y/n, i believe i'm uncle ham." sam stepped in the doorway.
"uncle ham!" bobby cried with joy, running to sam and hugging him.
a small smile played on sam's lips.
"hey, buddy." sam took bobby into his arms. "did you say you wanted to play tag?"
bobby nodded vigorously.
"i think you'll have to teach me, because i never learned how to play tag."
bobby squirmed out of sam's arms.
"okay. so i tag you, and then i run away and you chase me!" bobby explained.
sam faked confusion.
"this sounds too complicated for me, bobby. i don't know if i can do it."
bobby giggled. "it's easy, uncle ham! see!" he poked sam's leg and ran away. "tag! now you chase me!" bobby called as he darted across the room.
sam still stood in the doorway. he scratched his head, pretending not to understand.
"bobby, i'm not sure if i get it yet."
"UNCLE HAM! CHASE ME!" bobby exclaimed in exasperation.
"ohhh, chase you! i can do that!" sam took off after bobby.
bobby dashed away. sam jogged behind him.
"uncle ham, i'm faster than you!" bobby giggled.
"yeah, 'uncle ham'." you teased, "your three year old nephew is beating you. in tag."
sam shot you a dirty look, but there was joy behind it all.
sam finally caught up to bobby and swept him up in his arms.
"tag! i think i win." sam laughed and tickled bobby.
they laughed and ended up in a tickle fight until dean walked in.
"hey, why wasn't i invited to the party?" he joked.
"daddy!" bobby yelled and ran into dean's arms.
"hey kid. are you having fun playing with uncle sam?"
"yes! i almost beat uncle ham in tag!" bobby said excitedly.
dean grinned and glanced up at sam. "good job, bobby."
