Jackson (as he is standing at the stove stirring the stiry fry): "Hannah don't you want to be healthy? You're gonna get the FLU and be out of school for two months. Then you're gonna have to make up ALL that work!"
:: I snort ::
Jackson: "Whuut? I'm trying to act more like a father ..."
:: I am trying not to lose it, as I'm headed to the bedroom to post this ::
Jackson from the kitchen across the house: "I AM going to be in COLLEGE in eight years ya know!"