Grumpy Young Man

This morning, while I'm hanging up Sophie's laundry, she runs into the bathroom and grabs my toothbrush, then runs back into her room brushing her teeth with it.

In a very exasperated tone, because she does this ALL THE TIME, I say to her, "Would you stop getting my toothbrush out?!"

I take it from her and go to put it back in my bathroom. As I pass Izzy, who's sitting in his rocking chair eating a cup full of leftover pasta (don't ask), and looking every bit the grumpy-old-man-on-the-corner, he very matter-of-factly says, "That's one mean baby you've got there."

Thinking that I have surely misheard him, I ask, "What?"

He leans sideways out of his rocker and points to Sophie to emphasize his point and says, "That's one mean baby you've got RIGHT there."

Truer words I've never heard.