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Jack is talking really well these days. Really well. And he loves trucks. For his birthday, Grandma Jojo and Grandpa Brad gave him a truck book. He loves his truck book. And he loves to say truck. Only it doesn't come out "truck". It comes out sounding like "duck" but with an "f" instead of a "d".

A few weeks ago, Aaron put Jack's truck book in my church bag. During Sacrament Meeting, when Jack saw it, he wanted to look at the "trucks"... except it didn't come out "truck" if you know what I mean.

Anyway... he is our first foul mouthed child. And we (the occasionally crass Mormons that we are) have been having fun with it. In the video, he actually says truck, but then we trip him up with "Parker". We are so mean.

And he is so cute. If I could keep him this age forever I would in a heartbeat. (But without the poopy diapers, and the swearing.)



Wendy said…
He's a cutie for sure!!! We've had similar problems here. With McKay it was when he said shirt. Hr left the R out!
Alifinale said…
So stinkin' cute. Emery was saying everything that you asked Jack to say. I love all of you bustin' up when he said "Parker"
Heather said…
When Josh was little, we used to make him say "Kentucky Fried Chicken." Only he said "frucky fried chicken" usually without the "r" in frucky. I think we probably got in trouble for that.
Amanda Jane said…
if you are at all interested in arranging marriages for your darling boys I will happily put in an application. to cute.
Amanda Jane said…
for my two year old... not her mother.
Abby said…
I love jack jacks!
Dave and I are both sitting here busting... He is dang cute! Bad words and all!
Katie said…
So cute....this was the age that I wanted to freeze Roman at. He's saying a ton!
Rachie said…
that was funny! I liked hearing your laugh too!

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