For the past week or so, Jack has been telling us what goes in his body:

“Rice go in Jack’s body.”
“Food go in Jack’s body.”
“Rito go in Jack’s body.” (That means Freebirds)
“Bacado go in Jack’s body.” (Avacado)

Then somehow, he made a connection somewhere and told me:

“Poop in Jack’s body.”

Which made me think:

“I can’t wait ’till the day he tells me his old man is ‘full of shit’.”