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Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Jackson was looking for me when I was in my closet and I yelled out to him, "I'm in here, boo boo. I call him that sometimes. Always have. I am not sure that he had ever really paid attention to it. This time he noticed though and said, "Boo boo? Why did you call me that?" I told him it was just something I call him sometimes. "Oh," he said. "Then I will call you sore."