A few days ago, I picked Jafta up from preschool with the music blaring, seizing the opportunity to listen to my own CD’s before “DJ Jafta” got in the car. When he was all buckled in, he informed me, “I don’t like the White Stripes. We need some worship music in here”.

Jafta can be really pokey and distracted while getting dressed. Sometimes I set the timer to give him an incentive to hurry. Yesterday, the kids were dressed and ready for playgroup and I was still drying my hair. Jafta walked in with the timer and let me know he had set it for me, and that when it went off I needed to be ready for playgroup.
Yesterday, I had a prescription bottle laying on the kitchen table. (in my defense, it was empty). Jafta brought it to me and told me that I needed to put it in the medicine cabinet over the dryer, so that India wouldn’t try to eat any.
Umm, thanks?