During a recent hair cut last week, Jackson sat under a black smock while the hair stylist finished trimming up some stray hairs.
"You look so cute," she told him.
"But, you haven't even seen my orange shirt underneath, yet!" he responded.
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.