Jake had me in stitches a few times last night. Which is good for him, because no matter how much attitude he's giving me, if it makes me laugh, I can't get mad (or say "no"). The bad part is, he's smart enough that he's catching on to that.
Hysterical thing #1:
Jake: "I need another popsicle, mommy."
Me: "Jake, you had two, that's enough."
Jake, holding up two sticks: "It isn't enough! How am I supposed to make an "H"!?!" (see picture - yes, he got three to make his H)
Hysterical thing #2:
Jake: "At school, Landon told me he's not my friend anymore."
Me, feeling so bad for him: "I'm sure you're still friends with Landon. Why did he say that?"
Jake: "Because I kept running by him fast yelling in his face "You are the slowest BOY EVER!""
Me, not feeling so bad for him: "Oh."
Hysterical #3:
Jake: "Why does Doc Hudson get so mad at Lightening McQueen in his garage?"
Me: "Because Lightening McQueen was touching his things... just like you get mad at Will sometimes."
Jake: "Mommy, no he wasn't. Lightening McQueen does not have hands."
Jake 5 minutes later: "Maybe he was touching Doc Hudson's things with his tires."
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