every week he gets a sticker when drama kids is finished.

he has for the last 5 years.

he puts them on his shirt.

wears them to church.

they go through the wash and leave a sticky residue on his shirts.

this year he has decided to give them to sam.

little waits anxiously for the door to slide open...

wha did i get dis week charlie?

charlie just smiles and sticks it on his shirt.

he loves to see sam so happy.

he realizes it doesn't take much to fill someone's cup.

he fills mine a little more every day.

da-dum da-dum da-dum.

(that's the sound of the plasma car on the tile.)

he is on his way to talk sports with his dad.

hey dad.

those tampa bay rays lost.

yeah i know.

who won?

well, not the yankees last night.

jeter almost hit one out of the park.

a rod lost it with a strike out in the 7th and his last at bat.

the whole time, he listens intently...

aborbing it all.

gimmy isn't going to be happy today is he?

nope.

 

 

more of a demand than asking for assistance.

he can't set up the wii by himself.

he loves mario cart.

ash helped him pick his guy...

baby ma-yee-yo.

ummm, ash...

sam wanted to play.

he walked in.

said good morning to gimmy.

crawled up onto uncle richie's lap.

hanging out with the guys.

filling them in on his morning.

i will let you guess what he did next.

what had grown men burst into uncontrollable giggles.

had i not been there i am sure atta boy & high fives would have been given.

i know...

i am fighting a losing battle.

boys will be boys.

but i am not giving up without a fight.

 

he loves to play with his shadow.

often on the way into church he can be seen chasing my shadow around the parking lot trying to jump on "my head".

his other poses included muscle man, monkey ears, and scary monster hands.

too big is more like it.