I told Maggie she was a Smarty Pants the other day. I knew she was going to refute this fact, she always says, "I'm not a (fill in the blank), I'm a Peyton Dog!" I don't know why she would want to be a neurotic, hyper-active pain-in-the-ass Peyton Dog, but to each her own. Anyhoo...
"Maggie, you're a Smarty Pants."
"I'm not a Farty Pants, I'm a Peyton Dog!"
He he he...
"Honey, say Sssss-marty Pants."
"Fffff-arty Pants. Farty pants. I'm not a farty pants!"
Ha ha! Did I mention she has a bit of trouble says "S", comes out as "F" nine times out of ten. Farty pants, farty pants, farty pants! Equally appropriate description.
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