Some of my favorite moments are just sitting back and listening to Jack's stream of thoughts that he verbalizes. I love the way his mind works and I had the perfect opportunity to just sit back and listen this weekend. We went to a water park in Wisconsin** and I floated along the lazy river with Jack and a friend of his. As we rounded one of the corners, Jack noticed something that looked like a cross between a hard water stain, and something else that I can only describe as gooey.
Jack: Hey Nick! Look at that.
Jack: That over there, on the wall. It looks like somebody hailed on it.
Jack: Uh huh. Nick, do you know what "hailing" means?
Jack: It means when somebody throwed up on it.
Me: I think you mean hurled, not hailed.
Jack: Yeah, they hurled on it.
**Side note: I was hesitant to squeeze my post-holiday binge body into a tight swimsuit in preparation for the water park festivities. I likened me "slipping" into my swimsuit to feel more like stuffing a sausage into its delicate casing but honestly, one look at the crowd and I was feeling pretty good. In other words, not a lot if swimsuit models seem to frequent water parks. So I've got that going for me-n which is nice.