Messing around with the Play-Doh a few weeks ago, Sammy decided to treat it as clay and fashion herself a couple of hearts. She made a red one and a yellow one. And she left them out so they would dry and she could pretend to be a sculptor. Fine by me.
Not long after that, she and I had a battle of some sort and she was sent to her room. It's rare that Sammy gets in trouble. I'd say odds are about 99% that she got in trouble because Luke had gotten too under her skin and she finally decided to scratch that itch of hers. [Dude, am I starting to sound a bit, I don't know, Southern?] So, off to her room she was.
Flash forward 10 days or so. I'm in her room telling her we're going to have to clean it up one day over the three-day weekend. [She chose today. Surprise!] I happen to open up her armoire. [Well, we call it "armoire" but it's really the place she shoves as much junk as she can so I don't lose it every time I'm in her room.] I find the two hearts, but one is broken.
What do I find beside the broken heart? This:
That's my Sammy, my little X-girl. Love that face she made under her name!