My Friend Sam

This is my friend Sam.
I like him because when I talk in a silly voice, he smiles like this.

He's not really big enough to go in the exersaucer and play with toys, but I pretend he is.

He likes to suck his thumb, but his Dad pretends that he doesn't. I say it's cute on a 3 month old, but party-pooper Dad says it's not so cute on a 4 year old.

Sam and I have a lot in common. He likes to sleep with his Dad, and so do I.

But the best part about Sam is that he lets us love him every single day. He doesn't care if my house is clean, if I wear my pajamas all day, if I serve Hamburger Helper (again) for dinner, or if my roots need to be touched up. He doesn't mind if I'm cranky, if I can't fit into most of my clothes, or if I sing outloud to my ipod. He's always happy to see me, always wants me to play with him, and has a unique way of making me feel loved just the way I am.

Thanks, Sam.