Wednesday, April 21, 2010

A Conversation with Sammy

Sammy doesn't have to say anything to me. I can tell exactly what he wants by the look on his face.

If I can catch him holding still for long enough.

Can I go in your room?


Can I jump on your bed?


Please, please, please? Puh-leeeeez???

Well ... okay. But don't get too comfortable.

1 comment:

  1. This is precious. And I'm jealous that you already have good communication with Sammy? I have no idea what Taz is thinking. In addition, she ate the end of Ben's razor, ate my bluetooth, chewed off the corner of a book belonging to a friend, and can't be trusted not to pee on the rug.