Jake-ism

I should be in bed, or finishing packing for our weekend in sunny AZ, but I had to type out this little ditty...

I was working downstairs today, and Jake was watching something on TV. He hollered down the stairs, very matter-of-factly, "Mom, I want to grow a beard." It was a statement, not a question. I just found it hilarious. He sees Troy shave. Does he not know that is how you keep from getting a beard? If he thinks he can really grow one, what has prevented it from happening? So, beware...since faith can move mountains, Jake just may have a beard by the time we get back Sunday afternoon.