Mayté with her Mummy.

Sam trying out a bicycle.

This sultry vixen is Mayté.

What are you staring at?

Andrés is silly, Luna is vacant.

Quick, the guy left his excavator unattended.

Sam strikes a convincing pose.

Luna wants a go too.

Sam wigs out with his saxoflute.

Sam continues to tear down the house with his Coltrane-inspired freestyle meltdown.

Inspired by Sigurd, Sam puts his Sik on his keyboards. (You have to have seen Sigurd to understand this.)

Sam pushing the envelope once again.

Mummy and Sam relax on the sofa with a good book.

I don't think this needs an explanation.