Sprinkly Hands and other Clever Things

Jackson is full of cleverness lately. Perhaps it is school, perhaps witty heredity from, well, not me, not dad, perhaps my sister?

The other night in the wee hours I was called to his room. His hand was "sprinkly" - asleep, I assume. I worked on rubbing down his forearm, but after about 30 seconds, he said to me in disgust, "I think it just needs washed." He wandered into the bathroom, let some cold water run over it; turned off the water, dried his hands, and sauntered back in saying it bit matter of factly, "It worked," and climbed back in bed.

Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants, what did I need to get up for?!

He is also an awesome Frisbee thrower. Seriously, the kid can wing a Frisbee. Perhaps by 2024 it will be an Olympic sport, he can get some massive Nike contact or something.

Anyway, last night I opted for the lightweight cloth meant-for-the-pool version, and we headed out back (to grill our chicken). It was a good time killer, and he could even make the Frisbee "skip" off the patio.

No matter how hard I tried, I could not get the thing to skip. Could have something to do with trajectory of something, I dunno. Once I got it to slide along the patio, but did not achieve airborne status again. Jackson said, however, in a very super sweet, sing-songy parent-supportive kind of way, "That was a great job, Mommy. You almost did it." And then he added as if for effect, "I'm so proud of you!"

I felt so little.

But then he called me to watch one if his "super cool tricks." He took both Frisbees, flung them with both hands, and they each saled in opposited directions as if thrown by a pro.

Okay. It WAS cool.