Lately, if Jansen agrees with me about something he says, "Mom, I believe with you."
Yesterday he asked me, "Am I bad at being bad?" Meaning, am I a good kid?
The other night he told me it wasn't HIS fault he was so tired. I am asked him whose fault it was. He answered, "It's because of how long Jesus made the day!"
This morning he was sitting by Natalie when he said, "Natalie smells bad. Natalie, move. You're going to make my smeller explode!"