I have something I've been keeping from you.
About a year ago, we signed Sam up with a modeling agency.
I know, it makes me sound snotty and haughty, in a my-kid-is-SO-much-cuter-than-your-kid way. And I'd love to argue that the agency, which was the first one we went to, didn't have to sign her, etc., etc., blah blah. But really, I usually just feel mildly embarrassed when I tell people this.
Sam, however, has no embarrassment. She loves it. She could do this modeling thing all day every day -- provided, of course, that we plan sufficient time for eating, playing with toys and watching "Sponge Bob."
Continue reading I confess.
