Awhile ago I mentioned that Jack would call his sandwiches peepee butter and helly. I just found that I had taken a video of it a few months ago. It’s pretty cute (I think so, ’cause he’s my kid). 
And just for remembrances sake, Ry and Jack were running circles around the house the other night, when Ry tripped and fell. He was dazed for a moment, and when I asked if he was alright, he thought for a minute and said “Yep! I’m run-able again!” (Now chips are crunch-able, etc, etc. I personally think he’s pretty hug-able.)
