Oh Sam...

Sammy and I had a dentist appointment today, so I picked him up early and we had a lunch date. I thought if I really took the time to listen, I might have a clue as to what is going on in that brain of his. I listened, and this us what I got...

"look, mom, angry eyebrows!" (holding the crust of his french bread in a v shape above his eyes.)

"mom, did you know you can eat the soft inside parts of the bread without your teeth? Well, you need your teeth to bite it off, but that's it!"

Sam, can I have a bite of your cookie? (the huge one at la bou that's bigger than his head). "No."

What's going on in there? Not much.