Jackson began our two-hour drive to Ft. Smith with concern about a tiny scratch he had on his hand.
"I got a boo-boo, mama."
"Oh, wow. How did you get that scratch?"
"From my pen-nail."
(Pen-nail is Jackson's word for hangnail. You know ... because ... uh ... because he is two.)
"I need a band-aid for my boo-boo, mama."
"Well, actually I think you don't really need one because the scratch is small and healing rather nicely."
"Yeah, be nice scratch!"
Sometimes you gotta let that pen-nail know who's boss.