Short Stories, Part II

Jackson found my old drivers license from when I was 16. He held it up and exclaimed, "Mama!" and cooed over it for awhile. Later, Ryan found one of his old school IDs from high school and said, "I bet Jackson won't recognize me." In the picture, Ryan's hair was longer and curly and he definitely looked younger. Jackson took the ID and studied it for awhile. Finally, with uncertainty, he said, "Mama?" in which Ryan responded, "That was probably the best thing you could have said."

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My parents, Jackson, and I were at Walmart the other day. We bought Jackson letters and numbers to go in the bathtub. Jackson was too excited to wait until home to open the package up and tore it open in the shopping cart. He played with them a little bit until we got to the car. We started loading the bags, when frantically Jackson started yelling, "WAIT! Wait, wait wait!" and started shoving the letters into the package as fast as he could. I think he was afraid we were going to leave them in the cart!

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Jackson pretty much knows all his letters. He identifies letters all the time on buildings, buses, walls, you name it. One day, I brought him inside from the parking garage and he exclaimed, "5!" Sure enough there was a 5 on the wall because we were on the fifth floor. I never really taught him his numbers and was curious how much he knew. We stopped outside our apartment--#5110.

Me: What number is this?
Jackson: 5!
Me: What number is this?
Jackson: 1!
Me: What number is this?
Jackson: 10!
Me: What! You know the number 10!?

This little boy is smarter than I give him credit for!

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We showed Jackson a picture of himself when he was a baby. "Baby!" Jackson said. We told him it was baby JACKSON. He thought it was so funny. He held the picture with a proud look on his face.

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Jackson was in his high chair playing with Playdough. He likes to make little Playdough balls. Sometimes to get my attention, he'll throw some on the ground. This time was no difference. "Oh no!" Jackson moaned. "Balls! Oh no!"

I asked him, "Jackson, did you do that on purpose?"

"On purpose." Jackson repeated.

"I knew it!"

Jackson just grinned.

"You have no idea what you just said, do you Jackson?"

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Love my little boy!