I start every question with “Mommy?”
Everything can become a make-believe weapon—Everything!!
I am a little old man, complete with black socks and shorts.
I have to use a new utensil for every different food item on my plate.
I sniff my pillow pet’s tail to go to sleep.
I throw myself everywhere–the couch, the bed, the hallway, the karate studio—Everywhere.
I attack life with silliness, sweetness, and lots of cuddles.
I am five (almost 6), and this is the world according to Jack. “Seriously, Mommy.”