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He wanted to walk "by myself" on every hike, so we struggled to get him to hold our hands. A couple days in, after asking many times, we got this response:
"Jacob, hold my hand."
"No, hold my OWN hand." (proceeds to clasp hands together and walk very earnestly 'holding his own hand')
He ended up riding on Daddy's shoulders A LOT, to avoid our hikes taking 50x longer ;)
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We rented a very large Yukon, and my father-in-law made the comment that it was a "big honking truck" when he first saw it. A couple of days later, when we were allowing Jacob to sit in the front seat and pretend to drive (parked in the driveway, of course):"Jacob, are you driving a big truck?"
"I driving big honker."
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While walking close to a campground, we heard an awful, screechy sound that seemed to be a dog...
"Sounds like that dog is being eaten by a mountain lion," somebody joked.
A few minutes later, Jacob commented nonchalantly: "Naughty dog, eat mountain lion."
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