In the kitchen this morning
Me, having made a cappuccino with half-and-half instead of regular milk: “Look at all that foam! Holy cow!”
Jackson, hanging quietly in his Johnny Jump-up: (blank look)
Me, doing a Foghorn Leghorn impression: “Why, I made a funny! That’s a joke, son!”
Jackson, growing confused as to what I’m expecting from him: (blank look)
Me, as a giant cartoon rooster with an improbable Southern accent: “It’s a joke, son!”
Jackson, struggling for an appropriate response: “Boeuf!”
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This is how Jackson kisses.
1. Sees your face coming toward him, laughs.
2. Reaches out arms.
3. Grasps your ears, hair, or cheeks, depending on mood, reach.
4. Opens mouth ominously.
5. Plants big wet open mouth wherever he can on your face without regard to etiquette, geography.
6. Stays this way until you pry him off or start tickling him.