The Boy

Jack talks a mile a minute. Sometimes, if he doesn't need his diaper changed right away--"Change-a die-purr, dada, change-a die-purr" in the morning, we'll awaken to his sweet tones as he play-acts with his toys in the morning. His favorite thing is to crash some of his cars, then say, "Oh no, what a gonna do? What a gonna DOOOOOOO? Then he 'rescues' the crashed cars with other cars.
Jack's other new favorite things include, "You save a day, mama, you save a day!" and "It's a nice day, huh, its a nice day."
Jack still loves him some Cars, as in Pixar's little blessing to parental insanity. If I were to guess at how many times I've viewed that little gem........let's just say that I pretty much have that movie memorized. However, between peace offering type purchases during shopping trip and Christmas, we have most of the cars from Cars. So, now I have the honor of helping Jack re-enact many of the scenes from my favorite nightmare-uh, Jack's favorite movie.

"Hey, DJ, we got ourselves a nah-duuuur."

"Pretty muuuuuusic...."

"Hey, Wingo, lane change."

"Don't let Frank getcha."

'Who's Frank!?!"

Etcetera, etcetera.
Jack also has some not-so-cute new little moves. He can scream on command, say, if we tell him to it's time to leave the toy section at Tear-get. It's really, really charming. It's also cute when he tells us "Don't-touch-ANY-FING!"
But, all that notwithstanding, we still love our little stinker.