Sometimes when I talk about Sam, I make him sound so perfect.
And of course, HE IS perfect, because he's my son.
But that doesn't mean that when we go out to dinner
he pays attention to me or anything.
I mean, he is 21-almost-22 years old (on April 16th).
But there's nothing like being ignored a little
and then seeing that smile burst through
over something as simple as reading the comics.
It really makes my day.