Blog-worthy Jakey-isms

Jake is obsessed with Lyndee's husband Michael playing guitar for him, to the extent that it is all he talks about with him, and Jake will find the guitar in their home and drag it across their house to Mike so he can play for him. Recently Jake had an on-going scab on his nose because he picks and doesn't let his owies heal. Jake said to Mike, "Do you know any bandaid songs?" A few minutes later he would NOT go potty before we left, but knowing just where to get encouragement, he asked Mike, "do you know any pee songs?" to which Mike strummed his guitar, made up a toon, and Jake dropped his drawers and peed!
The next few have to do with his recent attention to physical traits, especially mommy's :)...
I was leaning back on the couch and my shirt was pulled up a little bit. Jake stuck his finger a few times in my belly and said, "you have cheese in your belly."
Pointing to my heel, he said, "mommy, your feet are cracked!"
Grabbing his hair in frustration he said, "mommy, I don't want all this hair, it's killin' me!" (Amy, no comment!)
In the car he noticed my attempt at a new hair-do and said, "mommy, you have funny blonde hair" (not sure where the blonde part came from)
After I successfully swatted a fly and said "YES! Got it!" Jake responded sympathetically, "mommy, that fly deserves". I said, "deserves WHAT!?" J: "deserves to fly." Surprising from the kid who's usually on board to kill the boogars.
Me: "Jake, you woke up twice last night, what was going on?"
Jake: (shrugging his shoulder and talking non-chalantly), "I dunno, every day is different."
In the pool...
Jake grabbing the pool net beginning to lower it in I said, "Jake, go put the net down against the wall." Jake:"I want to scoop the dirt. I'm an expert scooper."
Refusing to rollover for a breath (as usual) while swimming, Jake pops his head up and says, "ayudame!" (thank you, Diego and Dora!)
We were reading from his bible the story of Samson, and how he got his strength from his long braids, and when the Philistines cut them off, he lost his strength. Before Jake let me finish the story he interrupts, grabbing his hair and says with his serious face, "but mom? When I am tied up with strings, I'm still strong, even with my hair cut."
And finally, my favorite was today, 5 minutes after I put him down for his nap, he shouts from his bed in a very concerned and serious voice, "MOM! Why am I taking a nap!? This doesn't make sense!" (He was asleep within 60 seconds of that statement)