Lunch time small talk:
A siren whines in the background.
Jackson: Siren, mama. Siren.
Mama: Oh, do you hear a siren?
Mama: Whose siren is that? An ambulance?
Jackson: No, mama. Jack's siren.
Mama: Oh. That's your siren?
After bath conversations:
Eric: Look out mama! Here comes naked baby!
Mama: Oh no! Naked baby!
Jackson runs down the hallway, squealing with naked-baby joy.
He hops up on to the couch to sit by me.
Mama: Hello, there! Are you a naked baby?
Jackson: No, mama. I'm Jack.