I am NOT, Momma.

The other night, Jack and I were sitting on the floor, reading books as usual. He continues to insist on reading "Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed" every single night. By this point, he has the book memorized and we usually just spend the time reciting the book, rather than reading it.

He got up and walked into the kitchen for something. I was trying to get him to come back into the living room so that I could put on his PJ's, but he was ignoring me.

I finally said, "Come here, Handsome." To which he poked his head around the corner and replied, "I'm not Handsome, Mommy, I'm Jack."

How can anyone resist smiling at THAT?!