Jackson really has my number lately

I mean the boy is not even five years old and already has me fairly well figured out.

Apparently, he's noticed that I like a little TV. Take this morning for example. I am sitting in the recliner in the living room, feeding Ella and enjoying the peace and quiet. Jackson comes in, notices the TV is off, and questions, "Why are you sitting there doing nothing?" I go into one of my pre-packaged mom-versations that can be called up at a moment's notice about how we don't have to have the TV on every waking moment of our lives and how it's good to unplug every now and then. He briefly studies me as though I've sprouted a second head, and then shrugs it off and goes on with his day.

A little later, we are preparing to leave for a dentist appointment. The clinic we use really couldn't be farther away from us and still be considered "in the next town." In addition to that, I am anticipating that the still slick roads this morning will add an unknown amount of time to the trip. So I am trying to hurry my bigger kids into the van, while quickly buckling my daughter into her carseat in the hopes that we can get there on time. Jackson asks, "Why are we in a hurry to everything?" Doh! I decide honesty is the best policy and therefore respond thusly, "Because Mommy has a problem with time management, son." "Oh."

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