why i love him

this morning i was coughing & said "i just can't seem to get that out of my throat".

jacob: you have something in your throat?
me: oh, just a tickle.
jacob: then you should be laughing

eta: last night he was pretty much hitting on the babysitter while she was reading them a bedtime story. she has long, straight dark brown hair. he was playing with it and said "your hair is pretty" she said "thank you" and then he said "lots of girls have pretty hair, but yours is the prettiest. i like it."

He kills me! I have to meet him someday.