We were watching Scooby Doo and Jackson asked me who I liked best. "I like Shaggy and Velma best," I said. "I like Daphne and Fred and Scooby best," said Jackson, which was great because it showed me he's beginning to define himself as an individual in our little family herd.
But nothing prepared us for the other night as Jack and Jackson were watching the Yankees game on TV. After Jack and I chanted a rousing chorus of "Let's! Go! Jorge!" a little voice from under a blanket called out "Let's go Red Sox!"