*headdesk*

Dave had J on his lap while he played around with Facebook. J looked up and declared, "Mommy!"
I looked over. David wasn't on my Facebook. He was teasing my brother via my sister's page.
J pointed again at a picture of his aunt. "Issa Mommy."

A sign of things to come...

Poor J. He has very limited social interaction. He plays with me, B, and Daddy every day. A couple times a month, he plays with our friends' girls, ages 1 and 4.
Today, we were at the park, and the inevitable throng of mothers, their jogging strollers, and other children just out of school were there. J found a boy about his age (and a future football player, based on his build) and decided to try and initiate play.
This is how it went:
J *at top of steps*
FLB (future linebacker) *at bottom of steps*
J *smiles*
FLB *stares*
J *moves in front of FLB*
FLB *moves to other side*
J *moves in front of FLB again and smiles*
FLB *moves to other side, still staring blankly*
J *moves in front of FLB and giggles*
FLB *moves to other side and goes halfway up steps*
J *moves in front of FLB and giggles*
FLB *moves to other side*
J *moves in front of FLB and giggles*
FLB *moves to other side and climbs to the top of the steps*
J *steps directly in front of FLB and laughs*
FLB *edges past J, still expressionless, and runs away*

must...resist...laughter....

Dave is wearing a shirt with a screenshot from the old computer game "Oregon Trail", featuring the ox & wagon with the infamous YOU HAVE DIED OF DYSENTERY. J saw the shirt and exclaimed "car!". Dave was confused until he realized J was pointing at the wagon. Dave smiled, and pointed at the ox. "What's this?"
J replied "Daddy!"

Weird little kid...

B was asleep on the couch, and J was wandering around nakers, playing with random toys. J ran up to me suddenly: "Wipe! Wi-i-i-ipe!" Figuring he probably had a bit of an accident, I ask why he needs a wipe, and can he show me where? He just repeated, "wi-i-i-ipe!", and ran ahead of me to the bathroom. I get the requested wipe, and go over to the kitchen, where he was last playing, and see nothing.
"Where do you need a wipe? Can you show me?"
He just stands there. I hand him the wipe.
"Show me where you need it."

He takes the wipe.
"Wipe."
He holds the wipe up to his face, and takes several deep breaths.
"Min."
And then he runs away to play with a big smile on his face.
(Our wipes smell like spearmint.)