Life lessons, Dude-style

Jackson: "I wost a bet to Bewwa, so I haf to pay da pwice."

Just a little punctuation confusion

Jackson: "Mama? What does 'period' mean?"

Kat [running through recent conversations in his presence to remember when she had mentioned anything remotely menstrual]: "In what context? Where did you hear the word used?" [thinking about the 5 year old explanation of women's cycles...]

Jackson: "You just said it! You say it to your phone all the time! 'dinner is in the oven period'"

Random Jackson-isms

Bleary-eyed Jackson comes stumbling down from upstairs and gives me a hug. He leans in and says dreamily, "I wuv you, my onwy mama. Fank you for giving birf to me."

Jackson: "Mama? Can you teach me a song on da you-ka-layle? But it has ta be da Easiest Song in da Worwd 'cause I can onwy pway A minor an' C."




Jackson comes into the bathroom while I'm getting ready.

Jackson [with a quiet desperation]: "maaaaama? my parfait is taunting me." Kat: "Um? How is your parfait taunting you?"
Jackson: "It wooks soooo dewicious, but I can't eat it 'cause it's for my wunch."




On the drive to school, I was listening to the same song for about the hundredth time.

Jackson: "Haven't we wistened to dis song a wot?"

Kat: "Yes. I'm trying to learn it so that I can sing it with Daddy. You want to sing Daddy's part?"

Jackson: "Ummmmm, no. It's a wittle too compwicated for me."

Kat: "Yeah, you're right. It is a complicated song."

Jackson: "And, some of de words he's singin', I don't even know about!"




Jackson: "Mama? Know why I'm so 'cited?"

Kat: "No, why are you so excited?"

Jackson: "I can't *wait* for winter! I'm gonna make a snowman!"

Kat: "Um, Jackson, this is the end of winter."

Jackson: "What!?! But, it din't snow! I din't go swedding! I wanna buiwd a igloo!" [wail]

The Dude doing his best Elvis Costello