Kinky

Yesterday as we were driving, Jakey pointed out a “taxi car.”

“Look, a taxi car right there!”

“Oh yeah.  Looks like there’s a cowboy driving it.  Two out of three taxi cabs are gross Jacob. GroW-Os!”  James says this as he is reminded of a taxi ride in the city where he once got the entire back of his white shirt soaked in something brown as we were headed to our favorite pizza place in the mission.  We are committed to it being coffee.  Yes, definitely coffee.

“Kinky!”

“Kinky?!  Yes, I guess you could call some taxi rides kinky…”  At least in the movies.

“Peeeeeeeeeeeee-Youuuuuuuu!  Yu-cky!”

“Oh, yes.  Stinky!  A gross taxi car is stinky.”

Phew.  Jake’s vocabulary has exploded, but I wasn’t quite ready yet for kinky.