Real Conversation with Jacob

The backstory: Ryan came home for lunch yesterday and was standing at the bar in the kitchen. I was a few feet away from him looking through the mail. Jacob was attached to Ryan's leg.

Ryan: Quiero comer. (translation: I want to eat)

Jacob detaches himself from Ryan and runs over to me, in a stern voice: Daddy... uh.. comer!

Ok, then, I guess he knows who normally provides the food in the house. At least I know my place now! :)