Jack never ceases to amaze me with his oratory repertoire. I never know what may be coming. For example, last week in primary when the primary president asked, "What are rules you have at your house?" Jack was prompt to respond "No going poo on the floor." Very matter-of-fact like. What? Why!? I don't think I have changed that many shades of red in awhile. I was laughing, crying and gulping like a fish all at the same time. People were staring. It is a good rule. Maybe not a good one to share.
On his way to bed one night Jack was carrying his back-pack to his room, holding it by one finger on the loop you use to hang it up. Examining it thoughtfully he tells me "this is a good hooker mommy." Then, "Look at my good hooker daddy." We need a world with good hookers in it.
Wal-Mart parking lot...
"Jara look at all of these old people everywhere!"
Jack in full 5 year old splendor, blue teeth and all.
