My very own shephard boy

Sam presented himself in the kitchen one day last week dressed like this.  That’s his pajamas, obviously half on, half off, which he does on a fairly regular basis when he's actually supposed to be getting dressed.  Especially on mornings when we are running late.

This particular morning happened to be one of our days at home, so I didn’t mind as much when he skipped in and boldly declared that he was a shepherd.

We can’t remember Baby Jesus’ mommy and daddy’s name, but we’ve got the whole shepherd thing down pat. 

Now where did those sheep go??