Bad guy at the dinner table...

Tonight at dinner, Jake contemplated an important aspect of his personality...

"I think I am a bad guy."

Now he meant this as "bad guy vs. good guy," not as "bad boy." Just to clarify. Anyway, when we asked him why he would think that, he scrunched up his face, closed his eyes, and starting cackling.

"See? I laugh like a bad guy."

Huh. He's the cutest bad guy with the most adorable bad guy laugh ever. But he'll never hear it from me. I don't want to be his first victim in his plot to destroy the universe...