Jacksen is usually pretty quiet in the car. I think it's because he's so busy observing this crazy world that he just has a lot to think about. While driving into town this morning, we had this little conversation:
Jacksen: Mom, I want a guinea pig for my birthday so I can put money in it.
Me: Jacksen, do you mean that want a piggy bank for your birthday?
Jacksen: Yeah, I want a guinea pig that I can put money in.
Me: Okay, Jacksen. That sounds a little painful for the guinea pig, though. Do you think we should get a piggy bank instead?
Jacksen: Yeah. That would be okay.
Thank goodness he saw the wisdom behind my suggestion!
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