I was laying in bed watching tv after putting Jamison to bed and I hear him yell in a stern voice, "Mom, time for sleep. Turn show off. And close eyes too!" Apparently, now that he is 3 he thinks he is the boss of me.

"Jamison, make sure you don't go potty in your big boy underwear," I say. "Why? It falls out the bottom?" he asks patting his tushy. Why am I not feeling very hopeful???

Just got schooled by Jamison on the "real world of superheros." According to him, Peter Parker is Spiderman and Jayce is Batman! He followed it up with, "Yeah, that's right," so it's gotta be factual.