Once when I was in college, my friends and I went to a modern dance performance. There was a piece performed called "Recess," where the dancers simulated playing on a playground, but all dancey-like.
We were smart asses and it cracked us up, like a lot. To us, it felt, in a word, sassy. We talked about it for the next few days. (Yes, this is bitchy. But dude. It was hilarious.)
The concept of sassiness infused my group of friends for a while. Everything was either sassy or not sassy. In the way that people are killing words like "epic" and "fail" lately, we set out to completely slaughter the word "sassy" with overuse, misuse, and abuse.
I suppose that we were sassy, in the bad way, but you know ... it was college in Central Maine and we needed something to do. I'll leave it at that.
But apparently, karma will not leave it at that.
Because I have been blessed with the likes of one bona fide Sassy Pants.
Here's a sample:
- (In response to me telling him to put his pjs on for the thirteenth time, in that voice you use when you are telling someone something basic for the THIRTEENTH TIME) No, Momma! You don't talk to me like that!
- (In response to my "good morning" the other day) I don't want to go to school! I'm going to stay in bed!
- (While walking downstairs) Momma. Wait. Your. Turn.
- I WANT COOKIES FOR BREAKFAST.
You get the idea.
|PS: The kid loves watermelon.|
Hope karma is kind to you today.