This morning at 7:24 I unlocked the front door to go on my run. Jackson heard the sound and came running down the hall yelling, "A kiss and a hug! A kiss and a hug!" This is normally something that happens when his daddy goes to work. He wants some attention from his hero before he has to go without him for 8 hours.
I was both surprised and thrilled that he was doing this for me. I thought, "Oh, my boy loves me so much today! This is because we had so much fun at the pool last night."
The door was open and Jackson was running toward me at full speed. Before I could kneel down for my kiss and hug, Jackson blew right past me and burst onto the porch in his little blue boxer briefs. I was slightly confused that he didn't stop.
"Where did daddy go? I need a kiss and a hug!"
"Uh, buddy, he's sitting at the breakfast table."
I made him give me a kiss and a hug anyway.
This afternoon Jackson found a walkie talkie in his basket of toys. He turned it on and we could hear men's voices talking through it. I thought maybe they were truck drivers. As fun as it would have been to listen in, I was a little concerned that Jackson might pick up some words that I'd rather him not learn at age four.
"But whyyyyyyyyy do I have to turn it off?"
"Buddy, I don't know if those are nice men or not. They might say words that kids don't need to hear."
The walkie talkie was turned off.
A few minutes later, when my son thought I wasn't paying attention, he turned it back on. I caught him whispering into the walkie talkie, "Poo poo! Poo poo on the potty!"