I am really too tired to blog effectively tonight. But I figured I'd post a couple of quick Jacksonisms while they are fresh. First an early morning exchange:
Jackson: Mama, will you be my buddy?
Me: Huh? Oh, yes of course I'll be your buddy. Go back to sleep.
Jackson: Mama...what's a buddy?
Then after his bath when as usual he came running out into the living room to throw his naked self into my lap, he saw that I was looking at one of my crack websites (www.awfulplasticsurgery.com) and saw this picture.
He asked, "Mama, why does she have balloons stuck on her?" Why indeed son, why indeed?