The other day Jake started bugging me about something he wanted.
I said no.
He pleaded. He whined. And pleaded some more.
I said no.
And then he said, "Well, then can you go askth Deff?" (Jeff)
Jeff is my husband and I have no clue why Jake thought that using the word 'Jeff' would command more respect and possibly grant him the success he was hoping for.
Needless to say, it didn't work.
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Jeff came down with the girls on Saturday morning and told me to come check them out. They were dressed. Hmmm...odd... They normally come down in their pajamas.
It would seem that Jake has a new self-appointed duty.
Choosing the clothing that his sisters should wear for the day.
Because when Jeff asked them why they were dressed, they chorused 'Dakey got us dwessed!' Taking orders from their younger brother does not seem to be an issue for them. I was pretty impressed that they were matching.
Lookin' good--except for the bed head.
