Every so often, Jackson's "teachers" at daycare text me photos of the boy. I LOVE seeing what he's doing when he's away from me during the day.
Yesterday, apparently, he was leading a board meeting.
Glen, I'm glad I caught you. We really need to discuss the third-quarter earnings.
(By the way: The boy is now three months old, has been rolling over for a month, sits in his Bumbo and talks INCESSANTLY. [Not that I have any idea where he got that last one from.] In other words: STOP GROWING SO FAST, BABY. However, I'm OK with you doing our taxes.)