Jif has a wild sense of humor. For the last week, whenever he says something he looks at me and says "Funny?" and waits for me to affirm whether that was funny. Sometimes he is right on when asking about funny, for instance he will say "Goofy, funny?" but sometimes he is not, for instance when he hits Reese and then asks "Funny?" No..Not funny. Jif has always been the class clown and he loves an audience, which is a problem because when he gets wild Reese always laughs and then there is no stopping him. I know that I might have to talk to his teachers about this in the future when he is in grade school.
The other day my husband got Jif dressed for bed, he put on pajama bottoms and an Old Navy Christmas shirt from 2010 with a picture of Santa on it. Jif walked out and I asked "What's on your shirt?" Jif replied "Christmas!" I said, "Right, but who is that a picture of on your shirt?" Jif was quiet so I said, "Is that Santa on your shirt?" Jif replied, no mama, it's not Santa, it's God". I'm glad he knows the true meaning of Christmas.
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