Today at the grocery store a woman came up and told me that Jackson, who was crouched in the back of the cart with his arms out hollering "SURF'S UP!", was going to fall out of the cart and hit his head on the floor, where his eyeballs were going to pop out of their sockets. To which I said, "Thank you for your concern." To Jackson I said, "Do you want to sit in the seat up here with me so your eyeballs don't pop out?" And he said yes and climbed over and put his legs through and sat down and gripped the cart handle and didn't move for ten minutes.

Yeah, but he's not such a scaredy cat when he's operating heavy machinery!

Jackson drives the excavator (with Mike).
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