Driving to the grocery store
Jackson: I wish you guys gave me a cool name.
Me: Like what?
Jackson: Like BOWSER.
Jackson: No, you big chicken head.
Me: I'm not a chicken head, I'm a wonderful, beautiful mommy.
Jackson: You're a chicken head and you smell like old cheese!
On the way home
Jackson: I wish you and daddy had named me Shark Boy.
Me: Shark Boy.
Jackson: And then I could be friends with sharks and feed them sushi, and I would give them all names. I'd name them . . .
Jackson: . . . Bowser, and Pokemon, and Sean, and Good Milk.
Me: God I hope I can remember all this when I get home.