Sammy loves bowling. And he has resented everyone who has told him to have a happy birthday, since he was told that we'd be going bowling for his birthday. He turned four on December the fourth, but according to Sam, his birthday was the day we went to the bowling alley. Did I say "bowling"? I meant to say "Bow Ling". Two words. Enunciated.
Oh, and did I mention that there is a large, round growth where my face used to be? That's me gripping it, just then.