J’s mom: “Jack, why are you so cute?”

J: “Because I just am.”

“Mommy, why do you live with us? “

“daddy, can you get me the turkey baster?”

JacksMom: “Jack, you want to put some ornaments on the tree?”

Jack: “Can we eat them?”

gonna need to figure out what he was thinking….

“If it’s a party, there has to be butter”

Came home last night from daycare… “Daddy, you need to show me a
picture of rust”. Really… rust? If I hadn’t found out 15 minutes
earlier that the letter of the day was “R” and that they needed red
chalk at school to be able to make a rainbow, but would have seemed even
odder.

But apparently water makes rust, and rust makes things break.

And here I thought teaching him the difference between “liquid” and
“solid” at 3 was maybe pushing it…

About 6 months ago Jack didn’t want to put his pants back on after a change while we were home.   I told him that, since we had company, we had to wear pants. He was ok with that.

A couple days after a change he says ‘we don’t have company, so I don’t have to wear pants’. Well, can’t argue with that…

Fast forward to last night, same thing again. This time… ‘Jack, you have to wear pants to use tools.  It’s the rule…’ 3 minutes later I found him rifling thru the wardrobe looking for pants. Apparently using the electric screwdriver and cordless drill are good motivators for pants wearing…