Ok, I am going to keep this short and try not to make a habit of blogging about my kids simply because I think that there are enough people blogging about their kids. I have nothing against it. It's just that when you flood the market with too much of a good thing, that thing becomes diluted and boring. I'm sure that there was a time when apples were the greatest fruit in the world, but then people started growing apples in new ways and cross breeding apples with other apple varieties to make even more apple varieties. Now, you walk into Wegman's (or any given grocery store for that matter) to buy apples and you are overwhelmed by the variety of apples. There are Gala, Golden Delicious, Red Delicious, McIntosh, Fuji, Cortland, and Granny Smith to name a few. That is one aisle of the produce section. It's such sensory overload that you end up buying oranges because there is only one variety that you can afford; Navel. (Put the damn Blood Oranges down. I know they are really good for you and have been called a "super food," but they are $4.50 a pound and you can't afford that!) Same with blogs about kids.
So much for short.What was I talking about? Right, my kid.
Jackson has been in particularly rare form lately. There are 3 instances that I want to share with you:
1. My wife was on the phone with my mother in law and Jackson decided that he wanted to talk to his Nana. They were chatting and somehow got onto the topic of Monte (my sister in law's 6 month old Mastiff). They were talking about how big he was and Jackson pops out with "Yeah Nana, and when he laid down on the floor, his penis went like this" (made motion with finger that represented when Monte got a puppy boner while he was here).
2. The other night, my family and I were watching the Super Bowl. We are not football people. We don't follow it and we don't have a favorite team. We watch the Super Bowl because of the commercials. We decided to root for the Saints the other night, though, because Jackson was asking who we want to win. We picked the underdogs. My wife ended up on the phone again about halfway through the game and of course, Jackson had to get on and talk. He was talking with my sister in laws boyfriend and was asked who he was rooting for. Jackson responded, "We want the whites to win." Now, it took me a second to realize that we had told him earlier that the Saints were the guys in the white uniforms and we were hoping that they would win. For a minute there, I cringed. It sounded like we were having a little Klan rally in our living room.
3. Last night, it was bed time and we were getting ready Jackson ready. My wife said something funny that made Jackson laugh very hard. He yelled, "Mommy, you knock me up!" I immediately turned my head to contain the laughter. My wife said, "You mean crack me up." Jackson then said, "Oh, what does knock me up mean?"
Enough said...
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