He'll make someone a great husband one day!

This little guy is currently resting in his daddy's chair while he attempts to recuperate from a rather nasty spill on his brother's Fuzion scooter. Bunged up his shoulder and knee and got a really pretty scrape across his face and mouth. He came in the door bleeding and crying, "I think I broke out all of my teeth!" Thankfully, THANKFULLY all of his teeth are still intact and as crooked as ever!
He spent the morning at my side making Meem a chicken pot pie. He is a very capable helper. What I love most about Sam's brand of helping is that he really and truly helps. This is a trait that he inherited from his father. It's a good thing he has good genes to tap into on that regard. I'm afraid I'm pretty happy to not be the helper sort. Tacky, I know, but there's the awful truth of it. You know my darkest secret now.
My red headed monster will one day be a wonderful husband for some lucky girl...let's just hope she also likes men who are a.) REALLY loud, b.) REALLY bossy, and c.)prone to pinching people on the buttocks.
In a family such as ours, I have no clue how one of our pets has managed to remain as sweet and innocent as the day she was born. This is our sweet girl, Thomas. She is the most long-suffering, patient, and non-violent kitty you will EVER meet. We're not sure how she manages to not shred us all to bits, but we really wuv her a lot. She even helps us with our homework. Once or twice, we've even let her babysit for us.

Thomas says, "It's very hard being the Pinkie's cat. Why, some days I can barely hold my head up!"