Meet Sam.
Sam is my adorable seven-year old son.
Sam is hilarious, he makes us laugh, everyday.
For some reason he flares his nostrils when he smiles for a picture.
- When asked what he wants to be when he grows up he thinks carefully and replies, “A Chef, A Pastor, The President, and Spiderman”
- Milk is his drink of choice, chocolate if he can get it, shaken, not stirred.
- Sam is a breakfast man who orders his eggs “over easy on hash browns” even at home.
Here are some of Sam’s library book choices…notice a pattern, do we?
He felt that this book fulfilled the requirement I gave him to read a biography…and I must admit, on this one, he had me.
Sam has an inexplicable love for the hip hop scene which makes no sense because our family is about as buttoned up and preppy as they come.
- Sam thinks mechanically. He’s always trying to think of a new and better way to do things.
- He keeps a notebook of his greatest invention ideas.
- Sam has a very tender heart, and often cries when other people get hurt because “he just feels really sorry for them”.
Recently, I overheard him softly talking to our dog…this is an exact quote, “I am so sorry to have to tell you this Dash, but you’re just not going to be a German Shepherd. I’m so sorry.”
Dash's hopes being dashed...
- He cried at the end of A Christmas Carol because Scrooge “got back his hope”.
- This precious boy gives me hope.
Am I madly in love, you ask?
Oh, that doesn’t even begin to cover it…
Sour Potatoes 