The name Samantha, or rather, Sam, seems to send some people into a froth, I'm not sure why. Complete strangers will ask me what her name is, and when I tell them Samantha, they feel compelled to comment. The sales clerk said she hoped I wasn't calling her that awful shortened name, Sam. I told her yes, we do. My neighbor is quite put out about it too. Humans are quite funny about sex stereotyping. I bought some clothes for her, a blue outfit with sailboats on it, and the lady behind me said, you know that's for boys, don't you?

I know Sam's a girl, and she'll know it someday too, no matter what her name is. I think Sam is an adorable name for a sweet little girl. I get tired of pink, and it isn't a great color for her anyway. Blue and purple are gorgeous with her blue eyes and red hair. Some people seem to have a very narrow definition of what is feminine that is very puzzling to me. I don't care what they think about Sam, but I am curious about what makes them so uncomfortable.