It was a beautiful afternoon as we drove our pure unspoiled grandson down Morton Road to go by the “lion house.” We were greeted by “roar, roar, roar!!!” from the back seat as Josiah saw the two lion sculptures on the tops of the fence posts in front of one of the houses on Morton. This has become a bit of a tradition to go anywhere now. We take a detour to the “lion house,” and then hear Josiah say “lion house” for miles from the back seat followed by a loud “ROAR!”
But this time it turned ugly. We parked in front of the Patio at 141 and State Bridge for Carol to get her tea. Instead of the “Roar, Roar!!!” we heard:
“Ruff, Ruff, Ruff….Go dawgs.” I couldn’t believe it until I looked in the rear view mirror and saw my precious little grandson say those awful words again. He barked three times, “Ruff, ruff, ruff,” and then said clear as a bell “Go Dawgs.” I’m not sure if he learned it from Jon or Justin. Surely it wasn’t from one of own my dear daughters!
I went searcing for a little bee outfit right then…