Tuesday, April 05, 2005

They're going to be great friends

Sam climbed up in my lap last night and laid out full on top of my belly, with his head just about where I imagine the baby's feet are.

I said, "Sam, you're squishing the baby."

He looked up at me with the most wonderful grin and said, "That's ok mommy, he kicked me in the ear."

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