Did we think the sh*t would stop at 7?
I think he’s ramping up. Fast track to 25, trapped in a 4-foot body with a big mouth. Whoops did I say that out loud? I know I know he gets the mouth from me. But am I really that … sarcastic? Me? I mean really, come ON! Oh yeah I’m totally sarcastic…pfffttt…not.
me: Do you want waffles and whipped cream again?
Jack: Until we run out that’s what I want every day!
me: Well it’s your birthday week so we can manage that. (I put two on his plate and pile em high with whipped cream)
Jack: (just looks at me)
me: What? Eat.
Jack: (holds up a waffle and clears his throat)
me: You’re not getting another candle if that’s what you’re hinting at.
Jack: And exactly HOW am I supposed to eat these?
me: With your mouth??
Jack: Mom equals get equals me equals fork.
me: Oh nice. How about asking the right way.
Jack: Did you understand me or not?
me: (warning look)
me: I just want you to speak politely to me.
Jack: Talking politely. Yeah. That’s not one of my strong points.