My Father's Son

Nothing says becoming my Father like developing a fascination with credit cards.  Daddy was fascinated the way his Papo could buy all sorts of things with his MasterCard that when my Daddy was five he squirreled one away from Papo's wallet just in case the opportunity ever came up to buy some toys.

It was only natural that I should squirrel away a card from Daddy's wallet, especially one that is GOLD and gives me access to all sorts of Hot Chocolate and Morning Buns from Starbucks.  I figured I could learn Mommy's app for ordering.

The idea was to put it back once I had used it a bit but playing Angry Birds distracted me and I forgot where I hid it.

Daddy's stern words jogged my memory a bit though.  That was like close to a week without stars unfortunately.

They're Taking Me Off The $20 Bill!?!

I got pretty worked-up today when I heard my image was being taken off the $20 bill (Or at least being put on the back).  What the heck!

I was relieved to learn that the man's name on it was actually spelled J-A-C-K-S-O-N.  Phew.

Also, he seemed never to be smiling.  Not exactly my alter ego.

And so ill tempered, I challenge Daddy to a friendly wrestling match every once in awhile but I've never challenged multiple people to duels!

This guy just seems so not me.  

Blogging Before Birth

Because Mommy was using pregnancy tests with all the unproven bells and whistles instead of a more reliable basic model I was able hide my presence for over a month.

Maybe it was the fact that she stopped liking wine or perhaps it was that huge craving for Olive Garden that made Mommy so persistent in her investigation . . . and on this day, six years ago, I was identified.

It was no wonder that I made my appearance a month earlier than my due date, suddenly I found that everyone talking about me but not being able to make my voice heard was just too frustrating, I was going to have to make an appearance and make myself heard!

Daddy filling the dishwasher with dishwashing soap instead of detergent on the night he learned about me being on the was just too juicy not to blog about, now I have my chance.

-Jaxon

If I Were An Ant . . . It Would Be A Hard Life

That was the wisdom I explained to Daddy today as I watched them work tirelessly and without question in our driveway.  The march back and forth constantly moving large objects (Some even larger than themselves), they never take time to have a play date or play Angry Birds on their Tablet.

Yeah that isn't my deal, even though I volunteer for a lot of the work I do for the family I know I can end it whenever I want and I'm not afraid to tell Daddy when its quitting time.  "Daddy, this is a lot of work for a little guy."

Glad I was born a higher life form.  

The Podcast

Daddy turned 40 this weekend and his Mommy (My Deeda) asked me to draw a present for him.  So just as an ironic joke I drew what to me seems like the most boring present possible.

Well go figure, he actually got one and he thought it was the most exciting thing ever.  With names like Thinking Sideway and The History Chicks you would think these things would be more exciting but to me the idea of adults blathering on for hours about topics I have no understanding of is probably the one thing that could actually put me to sleep.  Whenever Daddy tries putting one of these things on when I'm in the car with him I yell at him to turn on music.

I guess growing old is inevitable but hopefully I won't turn into my Daddy who reads books without pictures and enjoys Birthday parties without bouncy houses and balloons where people just stand around in clusters slowly sipping drinks doesn't sound like a fun future to have ahead of me.

Maybe I should create a Podcast of my own where I rant about not trusting anyone with a double digit age.  Even though I will be 40 someday also, my party will have a bouncy house!