Best Day of His Life (So Far)

I came home from work yesterday and had to move both of our cars further up in the driveway so our tenant could get into her space. Mikey was scrapping with both Jackson and Charlotte, so I decided to get him out of the mix by asking him to help me move the cars.

Mikey loves cars. I told him he could just sit on my lap instead of getting strapped in like he always does (and after getting a safety lecture that he can only sit there when I'm with him and if we're not really driving, just in case you're freaking out just reading this), let him put his hands on the wheel, and that's all it took.

"I think this is going to be the best day of my life," he said even before we started, in this sweet, chirpy little voice he's been using lately. Really, if your dad let you pretend to drive your car 18 feet up the driveway, wouldn't you say the same thing?

I Ask For Tissues and I Get a Funnel!?!

Jackson has been a bit distracted lately. Case in point. I run to the bathroom, finish my business, only to realize that Mikey polished off the last roll of toilet paper. I figure I my best shot at getting what I need is to ask a 5 1/2 year old rather than a 3 year old to help – so I yell:

Me: Jackson I need HELP!
Jackon (running to the bathroom): What are you doing?
Me: Going to the bathroom, but I need you to get a box of tissues for me.
Jackson: Where?
Me: Downstairs by my brown chair next to my knitting basket.
Jackson: OK. (running downstairs)

waiting. . . waiting. . . waiting. . . waiting. . . waiting. . .WAITING

Me: JACKSON!! Are you coming?
Jackson (running into the bathroom): Here mom. (and hands me a LARGE RED PLASTIC FUNNEL!)
Me: What am I supposed to do with this?
Jackson: I don't know. What did you want?
Me: TISSUES!! NEXT. . . TO. . . BROWN. . . CHAIR!!!!

He then promptly retrieved the box of tissues. AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!#%#*$#!