This past weekend, we had the good fortune to be invited to my cousins' condo in Hilton Head. We had marvelous 70 degree weather and spent a lot of time walking on the beach and sitting in the sun. It was exactly what my novel-fried brain needed.
Sam had an especially good time. He and my cousin David were thick as thieves. David taught Sam how to say "Whazzup?" a la the Budweiser Super Bowl commercial from a couple of years ago. He entertained us enormously throwing his hands in the air and shouting Whazzup for no apparent reason.
He's really turning into a little comic. My cousin Sandra and I had walked the few blocks to the beach and then on the beach itself. Sam had kept up really well and seemed like he could go on forever. Then Sandra asked me if she should carry him the last couple of blocks home. I said Sam didn't seem tired to me and could walk the rest of the way home. No sooner were the words out of my mouth then Sam plopped down on his butt right where he was. He threw his arms in the air, as if to say "I give up," then lay down spread eagle in the parking lot, smiling the whole time. It always amazes me how easily and ingeniously he gets his point across. :-)