come to think of it, daddy is the source of many "jakieisms"

"Mommy, you are a GenXer," said matter-of-factly while eating a waffle for breakfast this morning.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Daddy told me. He said you were born in 1945. No, 1940."

where does this come from?

yesterday i pulled out the top shirt in J's drawer to help facillitate the getting dressed part of the day. i could tell he was not thrilled with my selection (a plain blue thermal long sleeve tee)--no "McQueen" or "Thomas" or "Spiderman" to adorn the chest.

"This shirt is not delighting me," he said.