While playing with his new tool set...
Jackson: Mama, I hamammering!
Me: I see that.
Jackson: I hamammer Elvis, mama?
Me: Uh...no. Don't hammer Elvis.
Jackson: I hamammer Jackson, mama?
Me: Uh.... Sure.
You, me and that baby and that other baby. While I promise to never write about what I ate for lunch or about that dream I had last night, I cannot promise there won't be poop mentioned.