Jack never stops talking. He never stops talking, never stops moving, and requires very little sleep to keep it all going. He has been heard more than once to scream in the car because "we won't let him talk!" Don't be confused,he is welcome to join the conversation, but what he really wants is an opportunity to monologue. Jack is also the foremost authority on anything and if you don't agree with him, he is sure it is simply because he hasn't said it loud enough. Jack gives driving directions all the time. The fact that he doesn't drive, can't read and doesn't know is irrelevant. Jack likes to be in charge and he has to know what is going on. An answer of "I don't know." will bring him to his knees as he is convinced we are conspiring to keep him in the dark. He is still at an age that can only imagine the world he himself has witnessed and experienced. Everything else is the stuff of fairy tales.
Recent discussions I want to be sure I remember when I am ancient include..... We have booked a Disney Cruise for next spring. Jack was sharing in the car one day how much he wanted to go back to Disney World. Brianna in a somewhat rare moment of sisterly love started telling Jack how much he would love the Disney boat. Jack began to fall apart. "We will have no place to sleep. we can't take food for everyone. Mickey's head will not fit in the boat!" No amount of discussion could convince him this boat was bigger than our ski boat. I guess he'll just have to wait and see.
A girl at the pool busted her nose and there was lots of blood but "The ambulance came and wiped her up." The pool has been the location of several stories this summer. Most have to do with Jack and a little friend from Lucy's class. One day I heard him yelling "watch me" I turned and called back "I'm watching" "Not you Mama, her." This as he points out the cute girl in the butterfly swimsuit. This same girl is 5 going on 20 and is just as sure she is right as Jack. One day we were watching clouds roll in as we played in the pool and she decided the time had come for the lifeguards to blow their whistles and get everyone out. She discussed it with Jack whom of course disagreed and then headed to the lifeguard stand to be a voice of storm warning. Jack followed screaming at her.
Sunday, Jack was told to stop helping the dog chew. He was in his sister's rooms and when they yelled to get out, responded "I'm not even naked!" And finally he came to tell us he thought Lucy had played in poop because "I smelled her door." I really never know what this child will do next. At least it will be loud so I can keep up with him. As Brian said the other night as Jack was beating us to a pulp in his sleep after he joined us during a storm. "God bless his future wife." Amen.
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