Polly

I may have mentioned that Jake has been in a phase of repeating the end of every sentence he hears, non-stop.  It’s crazy, but he can say almost anything.  He’s quite the little parrot.  Some of his more recent utterances:

James: “Can you scrape out the pumpkin guts?”
Jake: “Punkin guts.”

James (on using a fork to eat): “Stab it, stab it!”
Jake: “Stab it.”

James: “Would you like some more gnocchi?”
Jake: “Gnocchi.”  (I swear, we can’t even say gnocchi.  It was the most Italian sounding “gnocchi” I’ve ever heard.  A bit like his “crouton” which is “crew-Toh” with a nasally little French accent, I kid you not.)

The same night as gnocchi…

James: “Bellisima!”
Jake: “Bellisima!”

James: “Che Italiano!”
Jake: “Che Italiano!”

This could go on for hours…