Lunchtime

So this is one of those posts that teenage Jake will undoubtedly roll his eyes, cross his arms and moan, “Mooooom.”  At what age will I have to take this blog private?  Another problem for another day…

Last night I’m laying with Jakey in the bottom bunk, reading books, and he pulls up his Handy Manny pj shirt, shows me his little nipples and proclaims, “I can feed baby animals.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.  I can feed my baby zebras, my baby grasshoppers, and my baby bunnies.”

“They do say, ‘breast is best.'”  (I wish I’d said that.  I think I said something more like, “Wow, grasshoppers, huh?”)

I’ve been laughing about this all day.  I’m not really one for movie references, but it was very “Meet the Parents.”

Can’t you just picture these baby animals all milling around him at “lunchtime.”  I mean come on Teenage Jake… how can I not write this down?

My milkshake brings all the zebras to the yard and they’re like, it’s better than yours…