Adventures of The Haven School for Boys: All About Sammy

He's 3 feet, 3 inches of pure spunk, that boy--equal parts devil (take this with a grain of salt) and angel (take this with an even larger grain of salt)...vim and vigor personified. He is Samuel Wesley Haven, our ever-independent, three-going-on-seven year old. While he may fly under the radar in our posts, he is anything but invisible during our schooling day. As a rule, if all is quiet on the western front, it's best to go looking for Samuel...and quickly. His latest passion is dressing himself, whether that means emptying his entire sock drawer to try on all twenty-six pairs, or layering pajama pants over his shorts to play soccer in the backyard. His favorite prefix is "be," and he finds that it works with most any word (benoyying, bestructive, air bemuseum, becided, bessert...to name a few). His coaches his brothers in the fine art of name calling--his specialty are nonsense names that take James from zero to sixty as fast as you can say pootie. He is proud to be a big brother; Daniel is the first person he seeks out every morning. His average day finds him in time out at least five times, but he should be there closer to ten. Sammy-Wes. Sammeroo. SAMUELWESLEYHAVEN (no spaces, exclamatory)! ...This post's for YOU!