This is Jackson.
He likes cinnamon sugar and syrup on his pancakes...but only on Thursdays.
Last night he crawled into bed next to me and asked me to tell him a bed time story.
"Make sure you tell it s-l-o-w-l-y-, Mommy and no super hero stories because I'm wearing my dump truck pajamas." Cupping my face in his little hands with a very serious look on his face, "And please no singing, Mommy."
"Lots of people like musicals." I said "Especially ones about flyswatters named Fred."
"But, not boys, Mommy!"
Hmmmph...I don't think this is going to be fun at all.