Hanging out with my buddy Jack, who continues to have a lot on his mind:

So, why did we all move (Uncle Tim, Jack’s family, Grammy & Papa, etc.)

Talking about Madigan – I like her, she’s a good cousin, but she likes to play different games

There are two houses on this street for sale

How come the street is water (looking at photo of Venice I took)?

I think I might want to be a landscaper when I get bigger (having watched our landscaper plant a new garden… you were propped up on the kitchen counter looking out the window at them for a couple hours)

Papa, look at how the windows go up and down on the U-Haul, you turn this handle!

I don’t want to learn about space any more

there’s lava at the middle of the earth

Why is Arizona hot?

Grammy, what’s the biggest number?  what’s the number called?  It never ends, it’s a never-ending number.

Papa talking to Grammy with Jack in the back seat… I think he learns a lot from his siblings… for which you immediately reply: “Yes I do… I can hear you talking!”

You sir, are unbelievable.  Smart. Sharp. Funny.  and darn precious. You’re five!