Jake only knows the name of one place in the whole world. And I’m pleased as punch to report that once place is… Santa Cruz. I’m so proud.
Lately he spends a lot of time telling us about “his work.”
“Mama, I need to get my jet shoes. I forgot them at my work.”
“Where’s your work?”
“In Santa Cruz.”
His work also has a fire pole, big jet, horses, a broken computer, and all kinds of good food. If I didn’t know better, I’d think maybe Jake’s landed a job at Google?
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