Jake-isms, Installment One

These fun little "Jake-isms" have been typed into my Blackberry NotePad as they happened over the last month or so, and copied and pasted for your viewing pleasure today:





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Returning after being shooed from the kitchen so that mommy could clean up the broken glass: "I bring my firetruck. He wanna get big boo-boo too."


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While brushing our teeth together:

Jake: "Doing Mommy?"

Me: "I'm brushing my teeth Jake, what are you doing?"

Jake: "I eating cake."


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Jake, after giving a pretzel stick to the dog: "You're welcome!"


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Jake, authoritatively, after taking a long sip of mommy's iced latte: "It's decaf."


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Pointing to a spot on the back of his head that just got a boo-boo: "It's red!"


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"Mommy, what's wrong? What's wrong wiff my butt?"


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Eating noodles: "I wanna haff too much. Okay Mommy?"


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Pointing to a small brown leaf that blew into our kitchen from outside: "Look, dat's dog poop, okay?"


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About the dog, who is playing with his ball: "She's a BAD dog!"


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Jake has a paper cup filled partially with water, and another with puffed wheat cereal. He begins to mix the two together: "I'm making juice!"