Devon was singing to the little kids the other day and couldn't remember the song "where his name is my name". " Do you know what song I mean mom?" she asked. I did, of course. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, His name is my name too, Whenever we go out the people always shout, There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt! Dah,dah,dah,dah ,dah, da dah da! So, I walked away and Devon started singing the song. Only Owen kept spitting in her face. I came back in the room to have a little talk with Owen. "Owen , We don't spit at people! Why do you keep spitting at Devon?" "I'm just singing the song. John Jacob Jingleheimer SPIT!" What would we ever do without this little boy?
Monday, April 15, 2013
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt (or Spit)
Devon was singing to the little kids the other day and couldn't remember the song "where his name is my name". " Do you know what song I mean mom?" she asked. I did, of course. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, His name is my name too, Whenever we go out the people always shout, There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt! Dah,dah,dah,dah ,dah, da dah da! So, I walked away and Devon started singing the song. Only Owen kept spitting in her face. I came back in the room to have a little talk with Owen. "Owen , We don't spit at people! Why do you keep spitting at Devon?" "I'm just singing the song. John Jacob Jingleheimer SPIT!" What would we ever do without this little boy?
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