Happy 7th birthday, dude. You are undoubtedly the strongest 7-year-old we have ever had, and we can't wait to see what new tricks you show us this year.
Again with this photo, not very accurate. A real picture of Sammy up to bat would have him with batting gloves, sunglasses, a silver helmet and a Youkilis dance before he swings his trademark uppercut so he can "bomb" it. His coach and his brother have been trying to get him to practice a level swing that he can actually use next year against "real" pitchers, but well, that's not as fun, ya know?
Meanwhile, it's payback time at the plastic surgeon's. A small amount of fluid was detected in Becca's gut, which has to be drained, either by an ultrasound technician, or, get this, they might have to PUT A NEW DRAIN IN surgically. Fan-effing-tastic.
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