Samantha scribbles on these little peices of paper I gave her. She hands them to you and in great seriousness, tells you this is your invitation. She isn't always clear for what, exactly, but recently, after her firned Abby, Matt and my birthdays and Harold's birthday, she says it is a birthday party invitation. I asked her what daddy had bought me for my birthday, and she said a birthday card, which is all he bought when he was with her.

She has a very active role playing imagination, playing with her dolls and Tucker. Tucker gets a blankie and her dolly when she thinks he is feeling sad. I've never seen him sad, but Sam is probably more sensitive.