11:30 a.m.
Lunch time small talk:

A siren whines in the background.

Jackson: Siren, mama. Siren.
Mama: Oh, do you hear a siren?
Jackson: Yup.
Mama: Whose siren is that? An ambulance?
Jackson: No, mama. Jack's siren.
Mama: Oh. That's your siren?
Jackson: Yup.

7:30 p.m.
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.


sylvie said…
Do I need to find my naked baby video clip from Christmas?

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