While I was folding laundry, Jackson wandered into the room playing with his toy airplane. I asked him to take a pair of Eric's rolled up socks to the sock drawer for me.
He said, "No, mama. I'm playing with my airplane right now."
So I playfully tossed the socks to him anyway.
Apparently during the time the socks left my hand and landed in Jackson's general direction, he became 13 years old.
He looked down at the socks now resting at his feet, then up at me and said:
"Really, mama? You're going to throw those socks at me? Really?"