Friday, November 30, 2007

Chronicles of Sam, Some More . . .

Cuz I can't remember which part I'm on. . .

I know I'm waaaaay behind on blogging some things I want to blog about, but here's a quick one that happened yesterday in my car, as I was in the car with both grandkids:

Sam: It smells like gum in here.

Me: Oh, that's my lip balm that I just put on. It has peppermint in it.

Silence. . .

A couple of minutes later. . .

Sam: Now it smells like gas in here.

Me: (Sniffing, wondering who was the culprit. Then I glanced out the window and noticed we were next to a big rig truck.) Oooohhhh, that's the smell of the fuel of that big truck next to us.

Whew. I thought maybe I really WAS getting old - you know, old as in don't even realize you've passed gas . . .

1 comment:

Julie Layne said...

Reminds me of the time I made parmesan chicken and Ryan was four and kept yelling, "It stinks" and crying and I finally sent him to his room for the rest of the evening while we ate lovely parmesan chicken without his expert opinion hanging over our heads. :-)