If there was any shred of doubt in anyone's mind that Sam is not my son, let me put it to rest right now.
Sam received a Thomas the Tank Engine alarm clock from Santa this year. It's an old fashioned one - working hands and bells on top. Sadly, it came out of the box broken. I fixed it at lunch today. Just to make sure it worked, I set the alarm to go off a little after noon. It worked like a charm.
Fast forward twelve hours. It's a little after midnight. The alarm just went off again. I walked back toward the kitchen, where I left it at lunch. It wasn't there. It was in Sam's room. I quickly opened the door, picked up the clock, and turned off the alarm, which had been ringing loudly for a good minute and a half.
Sam never woke up.
My son.
