I was out with some of my improv team on Friday night, and someone asked me if Jake is funny.
"Hilarious"
"What kind of funny?  Like, what does he do or say that makes him funny?"
"Everything.  He's just a funny kid.  I mean, both Dave and I are pretty funny so I guess it would be weird if he wasn't.  But he's just sort of organically funny.  The stuff he says is off the wall, even for a kid."

Fast forward to yesterday, at lunch.  Jake isn't much of a drawer, but yesterday he was on a roll.  Aliens and rockets and bottles (I don't know either) and houses and stuff.  It was the first time he ever really sat down on his own accord and drew since he drew the pirate.

I asked him to draw a family portrait, and a picture of our house on the back of his placemat.
At first glance, I figured it was Dave, me, Jake, his imaginary brother also named Jacob*, and Tyler standing outside of  a house that looks nothing like our house.

"Can you tell me about the people in this picture?"
"Sure, that's Tyler there on the right, then me, then you, then some fat lady who jumped in the picture while I was drawing it because she thought that would be funny to do, then Daddy.  We're standing under a big fluffy white cloud"
"Really?  A fat lady?  Is that nice to say?"
"Is it nice that she just jumped in and ruined this like that?  All I wanted was a nice picture of our family together and I got this"

That's the kind of funny Jake is. 

Where he got the fat thing I have no idea.  We say things like douchebag in front of him, but not fat.  Fat is mean.  Douchebag is just a statement of fact.

*my next door neighbors growing up, the Menuto's, had two brothers named Mark.   I think it was maybe as a result of adoption, or maybe the husband and the wife both brought sons named Mark into the marriage, but it was weird.  I can't imagine the confusion.  It's hard enough to have two Jacobs in the house and one isn't even real.