He can roll over to one side and no longer just says, Ah-goo. He does all these fabulous babbles and bellowings now. He’s so pretty that it’s sort of nuts. I’m sure he will be as gay as an Easter bonnet. My friend Larry gave him a naked Ken doll that Sam took a shine to one evening when my reading group met at Larry’s, and it’s totally Fire Island around here now. Sam licks and chews the naked Ken doll at every opportunity. I called Larry and said, “You’re trying to recruit my son,” and he said, “Look at it this way—in twenty years you won’t be losing a son; you’ll be gaining a son.”
