J's gonna be a freakin baseball player or something. The kid's got an amazing arm. The other day Matt took the bottle out of Jesse's mouth and chucked it across the room. (This is Matt's attempt to cure Jesse of his bottle dependence.) Anyway, Jesse ran across the room, picked up his bottle, and beamed Matt in the head with it. It seems his accuracy improves greatly when he has the motivation of wamping his dad with something. Maybe Matt should be the catcher when we teach Jesse to pitch.
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