Ashles, Ashles...

Over the past couple of weeks I've been keeping an email going to myself with current Jacobisms. I love these "words" and do not correct him. These are the last vestiges of his babyhood. *cry*

ashles... ring 'round the rosie, pocket full of posies, ashles, ashles, we all fall down!
gatarade... Daddy, can I have some gatarade to drink, please?
teetora... Mommy, can have another teetora with my dinner?
up slide down... Mommy! I'm flying up slide down!
magnick... Is that a magnick on the refrigerator?
jrump... I hope Hoagie (out neighbor's dog) has big jrumps now.
lemonape... Janie, can I have some of your lemonape?
Cactapus... How many legs does a cactapus have, Mommy?
flamily... Is bankie in the flamily room?