Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Mr. Sassy Pants

Monday night Jack came to eat dinner with us, since his Mom needed to catch an appointment in one direction and his Daddy in the other direction for work, he got to come play with Jerry and me. Before he came, I put our dogs, Maggie and Sam, out back, because they get pretty excited when the grandkids come, and in their enthusiasm, they sometimes knock Jack down, which isn't a good way to be greeted at Grandma's door, when you are just 2 years old.

Jack was feeling pretty comfortable eating chicken and noodles with Tori when Jerry let the dogs back in the house. The schnauzer, Sam, has this interesting habit of barking indignantly, especially if we haven't let them in the minute they want. On Monday night, Sam proceeded to bark in disgust inside the back door, and carried on quite awhile scolding us in his way. I looked at Jack and commented, "Well, there is Mr. Sassy Pants!"

A few minutes later, Jack was running around singing, "Sassy pants. Sassy pants," in a little song he was making up. It was so cute! I hope Dave and Amy get a kick out of his new phrase he picked up. And I was so relieved it wasn't an expletive he learned at Grandma's house!

Whew! That was a close one.

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