I love listening to you, often asking you to repeat what you’ve said because you’re talking so low (or I’m losing my hearing… probably a combination of the two).  I’ve never been disappointed with the extra effort to thoughtfully hear what you’ve said; out of your mind come the most amazing thoughts.

Here are a few recent examples:

I don’t even see the point of school.

Papa, do you think Madigan will be boy crazy when she grows up?

Wouldn’t it be funny if Mendum’s Pond was called Shawn Mendes Pond?

This is sort of embarrassing, but I just learned to cut my food and I’m not very good at it.

I am shy.   I get nervous meeting new people.

Weren’t you and Grammy going to take us to Hawaii?

Going through McDonald’s drive-through, the kid working at the window has a bad case of acne.  Ben is with us.  You notice his face and blurt out…

…that boy has puberty.

(Ben instantly says, “Jack, what he has is called acne.  That’s when your skin is oily.  You’ll get that when you’re older, we all do.  It’s important to wash your face and stay on top of it.”)

10 boys came to your house to see if Molly wanted to watch a movie with them.  No way that was going to happen!  You shouted out the window “She’s not interested!”

Donuts are one of the best inventions.

I was sitting next to you at a soccer game. You were asking if you could come over my house. I said ‘we have to run that by your parental unit Jack. Sometimes I get in trouble when I say things.  To which you replied:

That’s because you’re talking to Mom or Grammy.  You try to do fun things but they don’t want you to.”

Jack, you say the darndest things!