Jackie Boy

Jack hates when we call him "Jackie boy".  

He always says, "No I'm not Jackie Boy, I'm Jack!"

He is hilarious. He comes up with the funniest things to say.

Like the other day when he was downstairs, and I was in his room, picking up a couple of things off his floor, then moved on to my room.  

He comes upstairs, looks in his room, comes to me, grabs my hand, and asks,

"Awh mom, did you clean my room?"

"Yes, I did."

"Thanks mom" (in a "you-didn't-have-to-do-that" sort of voice)

Then proceeded to shake my hand and walk away.

Or this morning when he said, "I'm thirsty."

I said, "okay, I'll get you some juice."

to which he replied (a little condescendingly, I might add) "oh no no no no no, I'll have chocolate milk."

My mistake... 

And Mr. Smarty Pants wrote his own name last week!

 (and as a true son of a soldier, pretending the whiteboard marker is a gun...)