Monday, April 26, 2010
Sam just went tearing into the living room, all excited because dinner was ready. And of course, wiped out, tripped over something and crashed. He came sobbing into the dining room where I was standing and I picked him up and rubbed his foot. I'm huge, so picking him up is a big of a project but I managed it somehow and he was hiccuping thru the tears and I said "Oh Sammy, I'm so sorry, you hurt your foot, you poor boy..." and he nodded his head and said sadly "And that was my FAVORITE foot!"