Day Twenty-eight
Me: "You're weird." Jackson: "Weird means oddly fantastic."
Me: "It does?"
Jackson: "We looked it up in my class."
Me: "So I can't call you weird?"
Jackson: "No, Mom. Grammar. People are weirdos."
And he says he hates school.
Me: "You're weird." Jackson: "Weird means oddly fantastic."
Me: "It does?"
Jackson: "We looked it up in my class."
Me: "So I can't call you weird?"
Jackson: "No, Mom. Grammar. People are weirdos."
And he says he hates school.