Jackson Stories

The stories I could tell you about my nephew when he about five years old and things that would just pop out of that childs mouth...

~ Kindergarten was half a day. He would walk to school with his older brother in the morning, but I would have to pick him up in the afternoon.

One day we were walking home and holding hands. I forced him to hold my hand while walking so that we could match each others pace. He was also a flighty child and I didn't want him to run into the street.

This day he spontaneously speaks up and says, "the only reason you walk faster than me is because your legs are longer and you pick you feet up more!"

Impressed he was able to put that together on his own, I nod, smile, and respond with, "I know."

He looks horrified and says, "how did you know i was going to say that?"

I laugh and shrug, "I didn't. I was just agreeing with you."

"Oh," he says, and thinks about it for a moment. then he looks at me suspiciously and insists, "BUT HOW DID YOU KNOW?!"

By then I couldn't help myself.

"I can read minds."

"I knew it," he mutters, narrowing his eyes.

~I was making him lunch and microwaving him easy-mac. I can't remember why i was in such a bad mood that day but i yelled at the microwave to hurry up. I was just in a mood, ya know?

Well, behind me, sitting at the counter waiting for his food was Jackson.

"Did it hear you?"

"What?"

My brain totally short circuited. Picture, if you will, the most innocent looking child waiting kindly for his food and asking a frazzled and crazy aunt if the sky is purple.

"Did it hear you?"

It occured to me then that he was talking about the microwave.

"Oh, no, hon. The microwave can't...um...look, i'm just-"

"It can hear me."

With the most serious expression and with unblinking eye contact he said, "it speaks in my mind and i can tell it to hurry up."

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I had to leave so I could die laughing. When I told my sister what her son said later that day I almost couldn't get the story out I kept laughing...

These are only two stories....

Jackson had a whole following when he was little on facebook....my sister would just put up the heading: "Jackson Story" and her friends would go nuts.

I love my nieces and nephews. My sisters kids are my babies. They are a riot.