funny

jake has this little fascination with our phones lately.  he wants to talk on them.....well, pretend to talk.  so yesterday he said "mommy, i need your phone.  i need to talk to somebody." so i handed him my phone.  he proceeds to tell me "mommy, you wash da dishes. i talk on da phone." alrighty then....(chuckling to myself)  he is standing relatively close to me and the following (one-sided) conversation takes place::

"hey! what you doin'? i'm pwaying at my house wif my twains, and my cowors (colors), and watching da cook (ratatouille).  oh! you want to pway too? you have to dwive (drive) up here to my house.  i can't get da keys to mommy's car.  um, yes! i went to gamma's house and great gwan (gran) was dere, uncle john was dere, mommy and daddy was dere, papa was dere, and pa wet (let) was dere too.  we eat cheesebuguhs (cheeseburgers) and cookies. i had fun at gamma's hosue! okay. i see you later!"