There’s TROUBLE… …because Sam can’t buckle his seatbelt. Ever. Seriously, every time we get in the car he’s got some seatbelt drama. Stuck. Twisted. Wonky clasp. Too small. Too big. “I’M HAVING TROUBLE!” he calls. …Sam is in a falling down phase. Notice the bandaged knees. There are matching cuts on his chin and elbows....Continue Reading