Since Jack is getting so good at expressing himself, there have been several funny conversations lately. Example from last night after hurting his toe:
Toe is crying!
Little tiny toe is crying!
Need ice pack. Mommy get ice pack please.
After he feels better, he notices my toes which are in need of a pedicure...as in, one big toe is lacking the red polish of the others. He pointed at each of the other nine saying, "Pretty toe", then stopped at the ugly one:
Where that come from?
That toe not pretty.
That big toe crying.