And So It Begins….
Yesterday afternoon, Jackson was watching clips of Glee on YouTube, Cassie was in her Exersaucer, and I was doing dishes. When I finished, I scooped Cassie up and went behind Jackson to watch the current clip.
Cassie: reaches out and tugs Jackson’s hair
Jackson: (surprised, turns around) Ow! (gives Cassie the stink eye)
Jackson: goes back to watching the clip
Cassie: reaches out and pulls Jackson’s hair
Jackson: (turns around) Ow! (gives Cassie the stinkier stink eye)
Me: She thinks it’s funny.
Jackson: (rubbing his head) I kind of do too.
Me: Should I let her do it again?
Reading a book about space, in which we are told that planets’ rings are made of gas and dust.
Jackson: Daddy can’t go to Saturn, because he’s allergic to dust!
Me: That’s why Daddy can’t go to Saturn?
Jackson: Well, and it’s really far away.
(Please note: Jackson pronounces Saturn with three syllables – Sat-er-ren. It’s adorable.)
The Meaning of Hypoallergenic
Jackson comes out of bed with a bug bite. I put cream on it, tuck him back in.
Me: OK Jackson, now, don’t let the bed bugs bite you again.
Jackson: This isn’t a bed bug bite. (pause) Where do bed bugs live?
Me: They live where people never clean, like nasty hotels.
Jackson: (wide-eyed) I hardly ever clean my room.
Me: They can’t live in your bed.
Jackson: Why not?
Me: It’s foam and it’s hypoallergenic.
Jackson: That means bugs don’t like them?
Me: Yes. (God will strike me down for lying.)
Jackson: Whew! (complete with forehead swipe)