Monday, November 1, 2010

A New Phase of Tennysonisms

The smarty pants phase, that is.

1.  Recent dinner conversation:
Suzy:  "Tennyson, please eat your dinner."
Tennyson:  "Shhh.  I'm thinking."
Suzy:  "Tennyson, eat your dinner."
Tennyson:  "Why can't you ever be quiet when I'm trying to think, mom?"

 2.  "I am not going to sleep now!  And that's not back talk.  That's front talk."

We're in trouble.  But at least he's able to use the smarts for something good, too.  There were certain individuals (who shall remain unnamed, but you know who you are) who told us we were bad parents because we gave our son a name he wouldn't be able to spell.  A couple weeks ago, he walked in holding this, which we will call Exhibit A:

Not bad for a rookie.

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