Last night I had a date with Sam.

Sam the Man, photo by his daddy

He’s eight weeks old and very, very handsome.  He wore a striped sleeper with a red crab on his bottom.

Spiffy.

Oh, he wasn’t as excited about our date as I was.  In fact, he was sound asleep on his daddy’s chest when I arrived.  And then he snuggled with his mommy and had dinner.

But after dinner?  He was mine, all mine.  While his parents cleaned up the dishes, Sam and I looked out the windows.  We talked about rocks and monkeys and fog.  We watched the first one-on-one date of “The Bachelorette”.  I learned that Sam doesn’t like wet diapers.   He doesn’t mind burping, spitting up, having his nose wiped or sneezing.

He’s a laid back kind of guy.  Just my type.

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