Jiminy grasshopper

Jake came home from work today (where he helps mow lawns) with a little buddy.

I said, "Hey. You have a baby grasshopper on your shoulder. Don't let it fall off in the house."

Jake: "Oh. This is my buddy Sam."

Me: Thinking, Sam. Hmmm. "He still belongs outside." (Jake did deliver him safely to the great outdoors, although I think there are too many grasshoppers in my yard this year already!)

I must say I think he should be called Jiminy. Especially if he can sing "And always let your conscience be your guide." Thankfully Jake doesn't have too much trouble with that, so Sam might as well remain Sam and go on his merry way. Outside!