John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmitt
Heard as Jeff and I, knitting intently, were sitting next to the check-in counter at the US Air gate 23 in Pittsburgh this afternoon:
Questionable Mother:Jake Joseph!! Stay RIGHT here with me!
Jake Joseph: OK, Mommy (tears off down the aisle towards the moving sidewalks)
QM:Jake Joseph...you come back here RIGHT NOW!
JJ:<ignoring his mother but heading back towards the check-in counter anyway>
QM:
Jeff to Me:
Me to Jeff:
Children - such treasures.
But I want to know how you got the knitting needles on the plane - don't you have to check them now?
I KNOW!! We couldn't believe it either. Security didn't even stop us when the bag went through to find out why there were two, 14-inch spikes showing up on their monitor. I'd read somewhere that the Knitters Union had complained enough to allow them be taken off the forbidden list.
I teach a lot of "double-named" kids (Mary Scott, John David, etc.), and I have to admit I think their names are pretty mellifluous once you get used to them. However, I hope that "Jake Joseph" was just the name the mom uses when she's angry with the kid--otherwise, that's quite an unwieldy mouthful of consonants.
Oh. So that's how you spell
Jingleheimer!