Jackson has such an independent spirit. Sometimes it drives me absolutely crazy. Other times, I admire him so much. He is a smart, inquisitive boy...always asking questions. Today walking home from the subway he said, "Mom, tell me about my skull and my bones and my throat." I hesitated, not really knowing what to say to that because it was such a broad topic, and he quickly added, "Tell me! I'm waiting..." I couldn't help but laugh. So I summed up something about his neck and spine and muscles and swallowing...the said..."Ask daddy." (Evidently Jake was the same way as a child so I don't feel too bad defaulting to him!)
