Let me flash you my fake, cheesy smile so that you will adore me.
We have always called Jacob, Jake. Or Jakey. The only time he is called Jacob is when he is in trouble.
He's been in trouble a lot lately.
It's a good thing he is just so stinkin' cute!
Tonight I was scrubbing him in the bathtub and called him Jake. He said, "I not Dake."
"Oh, really? Who are you?"
"I Dacob!"
"You're Jacob?"
"Yeah...I not Dake, I Dacob." He grinned...so proud of himself for outwitting me.
At prayer time, he listened to big brother Jordan pray, "Please hewp us obey Mommy and Daddy. Please hewp Dakey and I not to get out of our beds."
The truth is, Jordan pretty much never disobeys...and he rarely breaks the you-will-stay-in-your-beds-unless-the-house-is-on-fire-or-someone-is-barfing rule. Jake on the other hand....
Jake never stays in bed. N.E.V.E.R. It doesn't matter how much he gets punished, he just can't seem to resist the allure of a closet full of interesting things to ruin.
So...its Jake's turn to pray. He can't quite remember Jordan's whole prayer so his verson sounded like this: "Pwease hewp Mommy and Daddy stay in der beds."
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Today was spent getting the house ready to put on the market. UGH. It made me grumpy. OK--I guess the correct thing to say is that I CHOSE to be grumpy by the five hours I spent in the girls' room sorting through their toys (junk) and throwing things away.
The gross things I found were nothing, though, in comparison to what Taylor found lurking in his closet.
Any guesses? A cucumber? No. A shriveled pickle? No. A pea pod on steroids? No.
It was.....
A banana.
Intact.
HOW DISGUSTING!
