This morning as we were driving in to his daycare, a Michael
Jackson song came on the radio.
[In the rear view
mirror, I see James’s face become confused]
James: What’s this? (meaning: Who is this?)
Me: Michael Jackson
James: Oh! He’s so
cute!
Me: Yeah sure, I guess he’s cute.
James: I’m going to marry Michael Jackson!
Obviously the talk from Alma’s
classroom about who is pairing off for future marital bliss is being picked up
by James. Ha!
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