Jalenisms (or should I call them Scottisms?)

The boy asked me to go find his pajamas that Austin bought him for Christmas...they were bit too large last year. I got them out of storage and after he puts them on realizes they're now a perfect fit. He's thrilled. Did I mention they're glow in the dark, footie pajamas with space ships on them?

"I'm going to go tan" he says.
"huh? What's he going to do?" I ask Sis.
"He calls it tanning when he charges up the glow-in-the-dark stuff" explains she.
Aaaah. Ok.

So he's out in the laundry room "tanning" and I hear him tell her "I need tanning goggles".
And now the washer and dryer are a tanning machine because he can lay on top in his jammies and charge up.

Earlier this week Bleu took him out to eat at Taco Bell while Sierra and I goofed off at Hobby Lobby with La and crew. When Jalen/Scott got his taco he apparently said "Oh yeah, it's a party in my tummy."

Funny, funny guy.