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Maid Service

After returning from his trip to the zoo with Ms. Niki and Co., Jackson takes a look around the house: "It's so nice of you guys to clean up the house."

Mud Tracks in the Sunroom

Mama! Come here. I have GOT to show you something. This is serious. I'm serious. Come here right now!

G

Mama, did you know that the letter G looks like a french horn?

Oh yeah, it kinda does.

It goes doo-do-do-doo!

Allergies

Mama? My tummy hurts.

What's wrong?

I think I have allergies.

Oh. What are you allergic to?

I think I am allergic to you.

Dream Big

Oh, hey Jackie. Are you asleep?

Yes.

Were you dreaming?

Yes.

What were you dreaming about?

Excavators.

Front Porch Theater

I've got a call in to Garrison Keillor.

Pants-Head

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Is there ever a time when this isn't funny?

Crafty

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While staying home and recovering, Jackson requested a few youtube videos, in particular Rhinestone Cowboy. After a few replays of Glen, he noticed some Easter videos in the sidebar. After I reviewed them (youtube can be deceiving) I let him watch a few. Turns out they were craft videos. They were 2 or 3 minutes of people explaining how to decorate an Easter basket, or eggs or candy, etc. He loved them. He watched them over and over. I thought he might start taking notes. I’m debating introducing him to HGTV.

Scarlet

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Jackson had scarlet fever over the weekend. Not fun. All is well now and he is doing fine. In fact, his biggest concern was a throat culture and a hospital gown covered in sleeping tigers. But a few stories and Thomas the Train stickers cured most of it.

Lyrics

Yesterday afternoon Jackson wrote his first song.
He has been working on it for a while.
While strumming his guitar in the living room, he began stringing together phrases he has picked up from various songs with what I think may be actual day-to-day experiences.
When I realized an actual song was formulating, I grabbed a pen and paper to jot down the finished product. What was even more hysterical, was that in between jam sessions he would walk over to peruse my notes and check the lyrics before starting over from the top again.
Unfortunately, I didn't get the finished product on video. I was too busy filling out his liner notes.

His title: Old Song Running Down the Road Turn the Page

When I came home,
You were here.
I love you.
Ohhhhhhhh!

Like a ball fell in my head.
Whoa!
Like a rock and roll.

Baby, baby,
Like a talking bowl.
I love you.

Camping

Do you even know how to put up a tent?

I can figure it out.

So, no then?

I have a penis.