handing owen a toy train...
jack: here you go, owen! you have this train. (raises his voice to a squeaky pitch and pretends to speak for owen) oh, thank you very much, jack!
jack: good morning, owen! (sees that owen is wearing a sleep sack) WHAT (pause) IS (pause) THAT??? owen's legs are broken!
jack (to his stuffed puppy): you better be good at the store! no barking, no screaming, no yelling, or mommy will be mad and angry and you will be in a time out.
jack lugs a gallon of milk to the living room and sets it down next to me while i'm feeding owen. jack: can you give this milk to owen and we will play trucks?
walking home from sledding at the park, a man shoveling his walk says hi to us and i say hi back...
jack (VERY LOUDLY, i might add): DID YOU TALK TO THAT MAN? DAD IS GOING TO BE MAD!
jack: i peed in the potty, mom. i peed LOTS. i peed three thousand.
jack is walking around with a one dollar bill, a nickel and a penny...
jack: i have twenty-eight, eight-four monies. i have coins. i have monies to buy whatever we need.
jack: i am captain hook. you can be smee.
me: ok.
jack: don't say that, mom. say ARRRRGGGHHH.
jack drops a truck behind his bed and gets his leg stuck in the process of trying to retrieve it...
jack: help! help! emergency! ayudame!
i'm mixing some spices together to sprinkle on top of homemade fries...
jack: can i have a little taste? (he proceeds to lick his finger and taste the spices, and make a face) this is ewwwww. can i have some more?
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