"Momma, I have two damaged legs. The right is worse than the left. It's been kicked, smashed and now it's full of ant bites. I guess it'll have to be cut off soon. I'll have to hop on one, I guess." Oh the thoughts of a six-year-old.
Again tonight..."Momma, you know hell fell from the sky." Who taught you that, Jake? "Momma, hell does fall from the sky. I've seen it." Took me a minute to figure out that hell was hail. He certainly has his dad's drawl.
His favorite song at this point in time: Eye of the Tiger.....seriously. At any moment in time, he breaks into song and guitar stringing action.
School: "Wonderful, bright student." Those are the exact words of his teacher. Relief for Cory and I.
"Momma, I'm going to be a soccer playing, artist when I grow up. I can draw, and I'm a good goalie."
"Momma, can I marry you?" No Jake, I'm married to daddy. He started to cry.
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