are we white trash?

Yesterday we were all hanging out in the living room and Mango was being annoying, as usual. Jacob all of a sudden goes, "Mango's a dumb ass." Oops. Apparently someone's been saying that a little too loudly and he picked up on it. We love her, but sometimes it seems like she has no clue. When we call her that we mean it in the most loving way possible. I swear.

A few minutes later Jacob was playing with his trains. He had gotten really into the scene he'd created and was doing voices for all the different trains and trucks. From across the room I heard him say, "Hurry, hurry, we have to get to the hospital, this guy is drunk!"

You know what they say - children learn what they live...