Everyone knows that Michael is Jacob's favorite; it is practically every third word uttered from the cherub's mouth. Despite this, when we arrived at Jake's house Saturday afternoon a certain red headed boy bolted by Michael and made a B-Line for a certain camera man.
I call my brother "Uncle Billy" in front of my children, and often do the same in front of Jake; originally this was due to laziness, but now there is an element of mischief. To compound this identity confusion, little children often call all adult males they like "da-da," and Jake does this to me. So I am "da-da" and he is "Uncle Billy." Uncle Billy is not amused by this; he believes there is only room for one "da-da" in this town. After the baptism, Jake was playing near Bill while we talked, and then he burst into tears. Bill tried to console his oldest, but he would not have it; Jake bolted towards me yelling "da-da!"
RAP (5.20.2008)
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