Beanie-isms

As I mentioned in a previous post, Jacob loves playing ball with his daddy.  Well, the tables turned the other day.  Jacob tried to pitch a few balls to his daddy.  When Greg missed one of the balls, Jacob so sternly and adamantly asked Greg, “Son, What are you doing?” 

One of Jacob’s friends didn’t like that he was left at school one day.  Logan stood in the middle of the room crying.  Jacob grabbed his hand and said, “Come over here, Logan.” He led him to the Kitchen center, where he proceeded to hand Logan a baby bottle, saying, “Here, Logan, have a beer…It’ll make you feel better.”  

Jacob and I were swinging outside when he tried to describe God only knows what to me.  After he kept rambling on and on, (who is he related to?) I attempted to change the subject.  He cut me off, saying, “Mom, I’m trying to talk to you…do you understand me?  Now, don’t make me tell you again.  Mom, say ‘Yes mam!”

Lately, Jacob has been sharpening his "Selective Listening" skills.  Greg and I have to repeat clean-up instructions to get results.  Now, when it's time to eat, Jacob hears us the first time...naturally.  Last night, I asked Jacob to pick up his cars.  He must have been in the middle of "playing" and had every intention to oblige; however, he didn't acknowledge what I had said.  Thus, I repeated the instruction. I got a look, (that we all know) followed by, "Momma, just give me some time.  Give me some time, Momma." 

Thus, be careful what you say around him, for it will be repeated one day!