The first time Jackson saw an advertisement for Oz the Great and Powerful he announced with fervor that he wanted to see it. He has memorized the movie trailer and has been counting down the days to its premiere, particularly because I agreed to take him, and only him, on a date to go see it. We made this arrangement partly because neither Chuck nor Jeremy expressed interest and also because I love spending one-on-one time with my littlest. It happens so infrequently.
Since last week, Jackson has been making daily declarations on how many more days we have “until our date.”
“Twelve more days until our date!” he’ll say.
“Ten more days until our date!” he’ll tell me.
We woke up to snow on Saturday morning, and even though Jeremy is ill with the flu, we all packed in the car to go for a drive in the mountains. Of course, all Jackson could talk about was our date. I’m smitten because he has yet to discover that it isn’t cool to hang out so affectionately with mom. We still hold hands when we cross the street. We still snuggle and touch noses. We tell each other that we’ll be best buddies forever.
When I suggested that we dress up for our date, his quick response was, “As what!?!”
As what… God bless him. Only Jackson would think I meant dressing up in costumes.
However, I do have a tiara…
