Sam the Ghost

...or maybe Sam the Seraph, it really could be either.

Sam loves to scare himself. We went to a small local library tonight and when we came home, on the way in from the car to the house, he exclaimed, "OH NO THERE'S A GHOST IN THE STREET!" and we rushed in to avoid it. (Turned out there was a ghost inside as well, but these stories always have good endings.)

From Susan:

I tried to convince Sam to be a pirate for Halloween, but I knew he really wanted to be a ghost. I was worried about adapting a pillowcase for the cause: too easy for him to look like a KKK member! Finally I bought a very cheap ghost-type costume, and when he put it on, he was thrilled. (See pic at left.) I'm not letting him wear the headpiece, which is way too creepy; he'll wear a white hooded sweatshirt under the costume. That'll have to be ghost enough. When wearing the costume, he ran around the room flapping his arms in delight.

Back to Tim:

In other news, I asked Sam if he knew how much I love him, and when he said no, I told him I love him up to the moon and back. Then he replied, "Daddy, I love you to Sara's house!" (That's Sara Dill, beloved babysitter.) Then he looked up, thought about it a little, and realized that wasn't very far, and amended it, "way way far to the Play Museum cause that's far away."

And one last Piaget moment: A few days ago Sam told me that a duck is a type of bird. You can see the wrinkles forming on his cranium.