It runs in the family
We just got back from a camping trip at Fort Stevens. We had fun, despite the rain. However, because it did rain, we found ourselves taking a day trip on Saturday morning. We drove to Ilwaco (or whatever) to the Lewis and Clark interpretive center, which was really fascinating and worth a trip, I thought. We had to take a shuttle from the Cape Disappointment parking lot to the center. After we were through, we waited for the shuttle to arrive. When it did, we got in line and waited to board - all of us, except Jake. Jake pushed himself through the line and crowded onto the little bus, pushing a woman in front of him repeatedly - in the bottom. I'm pretty sure he put his hand in her crack. I was so mortified that I was paralyzed to stop him. I just watched in horror as his hands sank between the poor woman's buns.
Our three year old son has said some pretty funny things throughout his life. He's a funny guy. His most recent comment that had us giggling happened during my niece's graduation. It was during the commencment adress when Jake piped up, "I hate this show" (sorry Jeremy). Then during the slide show that had some trouble getting started (don't they all), Jake said quite loudly, "start the movie!" I guess you had to be there to really appreciate this.
This was the only photo I could find that showed all three of us - though not terribly flattering to any one of us. Oh well.