But Sam has changed his mind about his big birthday party. He insists that he is having a "Big Bear" party and is going to get a special bear costume to wear. Apparently, he has plans to run out at his party, dressed like a bear, and growl really loudly at his guests. Then, just as everyone is running away, he will say, "It's okay. It's okay. I am a nice bear."
I have heard this story 15 times in the past three days. He is pretty insistent about having a bear party. I have no idea where this new obsession has come from. Maybe he will change his mind. If not, a bear party it will be. And by the way, Sam's really getting old. He insists he is going to be 29 on his birthday. 29. Wouldn't it be great to have no concept of time, no concept of age or years. He certainly has no concept of age...he sweetly told Nana that he was going to be 29, but she was still 28. Guess a career guessing ages at the fair isn't going to happen for him, huh?
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