Pa (my grandpa) used to tell me this little rhyme:
There was a little girl
who had a little curl,
right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
she was very, very good;
but when she was bad she was - and I'd interrupt and say "Pa, don't say that word."
(The word was horrid.)
Well if you have a look at the pictures Drew posted March 24, I think you'll see that Sam has his own little curl right in the middle of his forehead. The rhyme held true for me. I wonder if Sam will either be very, very good or ... well, you know.
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This choked me up as I remember him (my dad) saying this poem to me. Too many good memories to mention and now Sam (and parents are making new ones). Sweeet.
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