Jack started off dinner a little upset because he wanted to pray "sirst" but Grant got to. It didn't slow him down though. Head bowed, "Thank you for mommy and daddy and their wife and for Parker." We were eating green beans. He said, "Mommy these make me big like Jack in the Bean Stoff." We were also eating pheasant (from Nate's hunting trip that his dad had brought over). Nate apparently had a bb in his piece of pheasant and ended up spitting the whole bite out onto his plate because he couldn't locate it in his mouth. Gross, I know. Jack looked at him and said, "Daddy! We don't spit sood out onto our plates!" Nate was trying to explain why he had done it and showed Jack the bb. Jack exclaimed, "These are from real birds?! Eagles are birds! Eagles sly like this" and proceded to spread his arms out flapping them like wings.
If only he had talked about shishing with his shishing cole and not sucking his thumb when he turns "sour" it would have been perfect.
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