Three years ago, he wasn’t even born. This morning, he’s laying on the couch with a magazine, singing to himself while he pores over the pages.
:: I asked him to do something. He turned with a smirk and said, “Mom, you make me nuts.”
:: Ryan tucked Jameson under his covers, and then, when he climbed in next to him to read a bedtime story, Jameson said, “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
:: Sunday morning, while we were taking a walk, Jameson piped up (knowing that we were heading in the general direction of Peet’s), “You wanna yatte, Mom?”
Seriously? Was I just offered a latte by a two year old??