One day when Jimmy was little, he came running up to me and excitedly exclaimed,

“I’m sitting a goody sample!” 

I asked him to repeat what he said, but even when he said it very slowly (with frustration at Mom for not understanding), it still sounded the same.  I’m.  Sitting.  A.  Goody.  Sample.  I couldn’t figure out what in the world he was talking about.

I finally realized what he meant!

As the oldest, I often told him to make sure his behavior “set a good example” for his younger brothers.

Jimmy, you still sit the goodest sample.