Jack: I’m a gorilla. (he beats his chest and growls at me.) Try to take my babies or something.
me: (I reach over to take a stuffed animal and he snaps at me) Whoaa! Watch it Mr. Gorilla…
Jack: I’m ferocious, right??
me: Totally ferocious. (But I guess I didn’t say this with much gusto). Um I mean Yeah! Ferocious!
Jack: That is kinda funny… but I think we’re raising a totally sarcastic Mom over here.