Can the Dude read?!

A few weeks ago, Jackson and I were packing up books. He was putting the books he wanted in his room in his box. Jackson turned to me and handed me a board book.

Jackson: "I don' wan dis one. Iz in Spanish."

I looked at it and... it was! I laughed and chalked it up to typical Jackson randomness.

Then, a today, my cell was ringing. He brought it to me and said: "Mom, yers fone wringing. Iz Gramma Dot."

I looked at the phone ID and it said "Dot Rapp". Well, I'll be damned.

GLEE!

I've been watching a new show called 'Glee' on FOX. It's about a high school glee club/show choir. It's got some adult undertones and complex characters, so it's much more interesting than it sounds. It's so quirky and fun that I find myself being a little geeky-addicted to it. They do some really fun renditions of normal tunes. Although they can't watch the whole show, I've let the kids watch some of the tunes on hulu.

Yesterday, I let the kids watch the GLEE rendition of Kanye's 'Golddigger'. As soon as the song started, I asked Liam what song it sounded like. He said, 'Golddigger'. Duh. "No. What older song is this a remake of?" I said. He thought for a minute... sang along for a minute or two.

Liam: "I Got a Woman."

Kat [beaming with pride]: "by...?"

Liam [thinking aloud]: "Charles... Charles? Ray Charles!"

My work here is done.

What am I, sliced bread?

Jackson: "Wait. I not go to skool today?"

Kat: "No, honey. You don't go to school today."

Jackson: "An da kids go to skool today?"

Kat: "Yes, the kids go to school today."

Jackson: "I sad. When I no go to skool, I sad."

It starts.

Jackson has begun to have more of an opinion on the clothing he wears. All summer long, he wanted to wear his "Keens". They weren't technically a Keen shoe, but a similar shoe/sport sandal hybrid that he was able to put on and take off easily himself. If you asked him about his shoes, he'd reply, "No! Doze are my Keeeeeeens!" He would also tell unsuspecting strangers: "Deez are my keens. Gwama Dot bott dem for me."

My mom brought him a super-cute new jacket when she came up for Maddie's birthday. He *loves* it! It is all a chocolate brown color with soft sleeves and hood. I got down a different jacket for him to wear to school on Tuesday (because it matched his outfit) and he looked frustrated. "No, maaaaahm. I wanna wear de udder jacket. De one dat Gwamma Dot got me at Owd Naby."

Cute, but deadly.

Jackson has discovered that he is cute. He knew before, but now it's on a whole new level. When we are out in public, he will put on a performance if he notices that people are watching him. Case in point: Jackson was hanging out at Miss Addie's because his mother was running a few minutes late to pick him up from preschool. (who... me?) She asked him if he'd like a banana and he said yes. One of the other kids needed something at that moment and she moved on and forgot about Jackson's banana. After a few minutes, Jackson noticed both that he didn't have his banana *and* that Miss Addie's husband was watching him.

Jackson: "Jus' get me my 'nana, woman!"

Feelin' a little meloncholy...

I woke up this morning and discovered that a watermelon had exploded on the kitchen counter. The smell was absolutely putrid. I can't even express the horrid-ness of the odor. I was shocked to see the distance that the rotten pulp traveled. I would say that there was rotten watermelon innard within a 3-4 foot radius of the actual watermelon. It was just sitting there on the counter, looking innocent, with a 3-4 inch incision in it's rind.

The best part is that it imploded this morning while John was the only one awake and was in the kitchen surfing the interwebs and drinkin' his coffee. When I told him about it later, he was relieved because it had freaked him out completely when he heard something splash in the sink full of water and soaking dishes. "I thought it was something supernatural," he said. I wish I had videotaped him demonstrating how he tentatively picked up a wooden spoon and poked and prodded the murky dishwater in an attempt to discover the source of the splashing...

Of course.

Bella and Liam had been gone for a few hours, so I sent Maddie to find them for dinner. Bella comes flying in reporting where she had been and why she was authorized to be there. Maddie comes in behind her.

Maddie: "It's easy to find Bella in the neighborhood. She left a trail of salami." [holds up three pieces of salami as evidence]



Jackson: "Mom, can you make my smoovie not so mustach-ey? It givin' me a smoovie mustache."

I could see where you would get that...

Jackson's got a little cold and a big cough, so he stayed home from preschool today. One of our wonderful new neighbors came by this morning with a little note and a plate full of coffee cake. When Jackson was ready to eat, he came into the kitchen and was dismayed to discover that the kids had finished off the last box of Cinnamon Life (also known as "wife seeweeul"). He prepared to throw a fit and I asked if he'd like to try some coffee cake. He stopped crying and looked up, astonished. I told him the neighbor had made it for us.

Jackson: "She make cawfee cake for feel better my cough?"

Thug life...

Jackson put John's baseball hat on and then turned it backwards.

Jackson: "Whathup, yos? Whathup, dogs? Whathup, thuckers?" (suckers)

That's how we roll...

Jackson is standing in the kitchen looking at a box of wine glasses.

Jackson: "What you doing wif dose?"

Kat: "Packing them up to take them to the new house."

Jackson: "You dwink wine wif dem wif your fwends?"

Busted.