My crazy kid! Until tomorrow, I won’t know what its like having a 7 year old, but man, 6 has been fun. Yesterday my morning started with “air traffic control Jackson” guiding me out of our driveway as I was leaving for work. There he stood in the yard in his boxers and a t-shirt, blowing a whistle and waving a flashlight. The day ended with him opening some birthday cards he got in the mail, including a musical card from my uncle and aunt.
