I heard Queen singing their song "Bohemian Rhapsody" while pulling up to the convenience store the other day. Instantly it hit me. That was a "Smid song". "I'm just a poor Smid, from a poor fam-i-lee..."
Here's a picture of Smid and his "Dad". Note the unauthorized biting of Dad. That was one of the rules that Sidney was prone to break. "Don't bite Dad." This was taken during a period when Smid wormed his way into our hearts by being what we called, "intentionally fuzzy". If you're fuzzy, you can get away with a lot more stuff than if you aren't. He was also good at batting his eyes and looking sad when he was being scolded. Melissa would ask him, "do you want to go to the pound?" and he would use both his sad eyes and his fuzziness to deflect from the topic. No one wants to go to the pound.
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