Boys will be Boys

Last night after dinner we were hanging out in the kitchen.  Hardy had something in his mouth and spit in the sink. Well, Jack thought that was great and with a big grin on his face immediately hocked a loogey on my floor. "No Jack! Daddy spit in the sink. We don't spit on the floor,"  I told him as shocked as could be. He promptly ran over to daddy, asked to be picked up and continued spitting into the sink for the next few minutes. Hardy and I could hardly contain our laughter. Seriously? Such a boy.

Some of my favorite things he says lately are, "Come out, come out where you are" when he's looking for me.

If I make a suggestion that he likes he happily exclaims, "Thassa good 'dea. Less do it!" (That's a good idea. Let's do it)

He surprised me a few weeks ago when he started counting by tens. Uh, where'd he learn that?

He also loves to sing really fast. "Baa, Baa black sheep" and Barney's "I love you" are his favorite in super speed mode. He also loves to sing the original Mickey Mouse song. So cute. I'm trying to catch it on video but he keeps wanting to watch before he gets done.

We are going to Disneyland in December and I know he is going to LOVE it. Last year was good. This year he is totally going to get it and have so much fun.  I'm already giddy with excitement.