George with Multiple Ballcaps on His Head

My youngest has been on a roll since we arrived in Mississippi. He’s truly come into his Willis-ness by embracing his inner sarcasm and walking a fine line between funny and obnoxious. At 9, he tends to fall into the obnoxious realm more often than not, but we reel him back in and get him back on track. When he’s funny, though, he’s like no other.

Take, for example, the conversation that took place in our car a few days ago.

Sam has spotted a neighbor that we lovingly refer to as “The Hot Girl.” She’s a cutie — we’re guessing she’s in high school — but we’ve only seen fleeting glances of her as she gets in and out of her family car.

We did a quick drive-by in anticipation of a possible sighting, and George wondered why we took that particular path.

“We’re looking for The Hot Girl,” Sam explained.

“What makes her so hot?” Mary Claire asked.

“Her Hotness,” Sam said. “Duh.”

“What about her personality?” Mary Claire inquired.

“Well, I haven’t met her yet,” Sam said, “so I can only determine her external Hotness.”

“If she had my personality, would you still like her?” Mary Claire asked.

And then Georgeous stepped into the conversation.

“Who cares about personality,” he replied. “I’m just looking for a girl who’s hot and makes a good sandwich.”

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