Me: Thomas wants me to hold him right now. You wanted me to hold you all the time when you were little like Thomas.
Jackson: Yeah Mom, but now I'm bigger and I'm not so into that anymore.
Right Jackson, right.
Mike: Don't do that Max. You don't want to hurt your toe. Ask Mommy. She's hurt her toe really bad before.
Me: Yeah, I broke my toe once, on the jumperoo.
Jackson: Then, why do you still have it (the toe, not the jumperoo)?
Mike: No, no Jackson, toes don't break all the way off. The bones just get broken inside the skin.
Jackson: Big sigh. "Mom, remember 4th of July in the Azores? We went to the bouncy castles and whatever bouncy castle I went on, Isaac went on. And whatever bouncy castle Isaac went on, I went on. And we were together the whole time." Big pause. "I wish Isaac would be in Hawaii for the next 4th of July."
A story about the biggest kid:
We grilled out for dinner tonight. I made a mixture of small, red potatoes, onions, mushrooms, and brussell sprouts. After we cajoled Jackson and Max into trying some new vegetables and they spit them out, Mike and I excused them from the table. Mike apologized for not trying the brussell sprouts. "They taste like cabbage right?" he asked.
I said, "Yes, a lot like cabbage."
Mike decided to be bold and go ahead and try one.
Let's just say, with the way he spat out the brussell sprout and expressed his disgust, there is no question where Jackson and Max get it from.
Love .... and crying.
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