So, here's a infertile weird fact/tidbit about me: I have eight grandchildren before ever having my own children! What a biological feat. Well, no not really. I married into this set of grandchildren and the one above is named Samuel (one of his younger cousins pronounces it as Sam-U-elle as she gives him orders).
Sam is a rough and tumble five year old who likes to always act as if he is about twenty years older than he is. When he talks, he waves his hand about and furrows his brow as if he is recalling a thought from long ago. He's about as "boy" as they come except when he starts feeling his age--he emerges from a roughhousing session with his lip poked out wanting to be hugged and babied. He's a walking contradiction just as much as I am as his pregnant granny...*insert choirs of laughter here*
I've always liked the name Samuel for a boy. But, because it has been 'used' already in this family its not on our list. However, hubby wants to name a girl Samantha...so, we may just get a 'Sam' after all...
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