The Big JacobComplaining about the picture of him in this post that exposes some knicks and bruises on his shins.
JACOB: It looks... It looks like I have some weird disease. (sighs) Now I have to go read all the nice comments on the post about the bed I made you.
>><<After reading my post "On Money and Vacations and Marriage" where I complain about his careless spending habits:
JACOB: I come from a family whose relationship to money was very similar to...St. Francis's.
The Little OneLittle Jake's favorite games:
1) Let's throw balls at each others' heads.
2) Surfer (Jake) & Surfboard (other person)
ME: An adult.
JAKE: I like it when ohdults pick me up.
>><<Describing an unpleasant odor on our walk:
JAKE: Smells like somebody's cooking a skunk.
>><<Jacob was still in bed early one morning and little Jake ran in and jumped on his back:
JAKE: You can be my horse! Giddyon, girl. Giddyon giddyon, girlie.