So lunch went a bit like this: Me: This fruit salad looks a bit strange... like -- mostly white-ish Me: I mean... it's very pretty Jake! Great Job Jake: Mom did most of it Mrs. Juda: He cut the grapes Me: The grapes are pretty Banzai: I think you're pretty Jake! Me: Me too Jake: (lowly) not as pretty as you. What IS that? Yeah, he does lead me on, but I let him.