Better Than a Dumb A**

I'll admit it, I'm a cynic and a smart ass. It's kind of second nature. A typical conversation between the boys and me:

"Where are we going?"

"Memphis."

"How long will it take to get to there?"

"Four hours."

"What's for dinner?"

"Mud."

Hence, I'm beginning to see a lot of sass in my kids, specifically Sam. Occasionally I am reminded that not all kids are exposed to this type of 'humor.' For example, Sam's best friend Garrett came home with us last Friday to spend the night. About halfway through the drive, he asked, "What are we going to have for dinner?"

Without skipping a beat, Sam said, "Eyeballs." Garrett looked horrified. And then, to drive the point home, Sam said, "She just sticks a fork in her eye and ssssccchuuuulk, DINNER!"