Sam has developed a fascinating new concept. Last week, when he would ask us to tell him a story, and for whatever reason – say, we were in the shower, or perhaps, juggling lit torches – we would defer the storytelling until later because we didn’t have a story to tell him right then, he began saying that he was “putting a story in our head from mine.” Yesterday, he was in the car with Amy and our friend Leslie. He asked Leslie to tell him a story, but since she was pooped, she declined. So Sam said he was going to take the story he put in her head from his and put it in mommys head. Quite the concept of where stories come from, eh?