were you raised in a barn? or by monkeys?

I wonder this about sam. When we went to the dentist the other day (where he is not welcome as a patient because he is so uncooperative), we walked in while this nice older man openedthe door for us. I put the kids in chairs, gave them magazines, and signed us in. Well, as soon as I returned, the hygienist was waiting for me to come back (fantastic, right?); I was delighted, but then my child casually, but forcefully throws his "Nick Jr" magazine and it luckily lands in this older man's lap. I am very thankful it didn't hit his eye or skim his toupee, but i was mortified. what am i supposed to do with that? Luckily, the kind, kind man laughed and said, "It's alright, I am only 7 myself." But what if it had been the man on the other side of the room, who was staring at me like I was absolutely ruining his day while my kids were behaving? Maybe it wasn't the stink eye, and was just the way he looked all of the time like Paulie's prom date. Nah.
I guess sam thinks all men are his playmates, regardless of hulking size or old age.