I cannot rely on Gramma, a.k.a. technospaz to upload the video of my darling children learning the following behavior from their beloved Grandfather. Fortunately, I have been able to record it myself. And by "Fortunately" I mean, it was really easy because this sort of thing has been happening every night after dinner since my birthday.
In related news, the capes arrived from Aunt Beth the other day. I'll have her do a guest blog post about that saga. But this picture made her respond with the following text: "My hatred now burns less brightly."
But Jack wouldn't wear the cape like a normal little boy. He put it around his neck with the cape in the front. "No. Like dis. Like a bib. Cake. Cake. Cake."