Yesterday evening Jack suggested that we call Daddy, who is on a business trip. Eager to accommodate him (because he, like me, is not a phone person) I called Dan and handed the phone over. Just like his father, Jack took it and strolled around the house talking loudly. He was on his way back towards me when he tilted his head back, let out a Hollywood chuckle and said with a smirk, "Daddy, you're full of shhhhhhh...ugar." I think that my heart skipped a beat during that long "shhhh".
I don't know where he picked that up, but it's hilarious. (I suspect it was my father, who used to answer the phone with "Jello!?")
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