After putting the kids to bed one night, over the monitor we hear the following conversation (centered around Summerlin wanting to get in Jackson's bed with him):
JB: Ok Summy, but you can't pick on me. You hear me Summy? No picking on me.
SG: Ok Jack Jack. (btw- the way she says "ok" is one of the most adorable things about her right now)
JB: If you need to pick on someone, you pick on yourself. Ok Summy? You hear me Summy?
SG: Ok Jacko. You no pick on you.
At the playground next to the public library:
JB: Mommy I need to go peepee!
Me: Ok Jackson, let me put Brady in the car.
(As I'm opening the car door to put the dog in the car, I turn around to see my three year old son drop his pants and start peeing in the middle of the playground.)
Me: Jackson! You can't pee on the playground!
JB: But mommy, I had to put the fire out! There was a fire on the swings and I used my hose. Am I a good firefighter mommy?
Me: Umm. Yes. But you can't pee on the playground.
The soundtrack of our day (things I hear over and over and over each day):
JB: Mommy, am I a good firefighter? Like the best firefighter ever?
JB: Mommy, watch I!!!
JB: Mommy, I'm going to do the biggest throw/jump/etc EVER! Watch I! Watch I! Did you see that Mommy?! Was that the biggest ever?!
SG: You love _____ SO much! (Fill in the blank with whatever she is lovin' on that moment - Jackson, Daddy, Mommy, herself, Toby the train, Baby, fairies, etc)
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