"Bad Boy, Mommy"

Jackson has been talking more & more over the past few weeks and some of the things that come out of that little mouth are hysterical.

Last night, I was reminding Ben to call Wells Fargo to dispute a charge on our checkcard.  Being the 12th time I've asked him to call and the fact that when I called & dialed through 27 automated prompts only to find out that only the primary account holder can dispute charges, I may have come across a bit nagging. Tired of hearing my reminders, Ben grabbed the statement hastily and said, "Fine, I'll go call right now." 

As Ben walked out of the room, Jackson looked at me and scolded, "Bad Boy, Mommy."  Trying not to laugh aka encourage him to reprimand me, I told him that Mommy was a girl, not a boy.  Wow...somebody is starting to pick up on emotions!