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Jack: Mommy! What you do my tracks? Those my tracks, not yours! You no touch my tracks!
Kate: Mommy's sorry Jack.
Jack: (Patting Kate on the back) It okay Mommy. You not in trouble.
(Said after waking from a nap to discover Kate had rearranged his train tracks to get them out of the middle of the floor.)
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Me: Phew! Did you poop?
Jack: No.
Me: Are you sure? You're a stinky boy, right now.
Jack: I not stinky boy...I stinky Jack Weber.
(His big thing right now is to correct us when we call him anything but Jack, Jackson, Jack-Jack, or Bug. Don't even try to call him "Jack-Ed-Mike.")
"I happy." (Me, "You are? Good!")
"Yes, I happy I with my Daddy. I love my Daddy." (And I choke up a bit...)
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Seriously, if it has wheels he will find a way to ride it.
1 comment:
Seriously, I know he's not TRYING to be funny, but your kid is quite the comedian!
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