My sweet Jackson
Jackson:
I can't see my bug bite.
Me:
You can't see your bug bite?
Jackson:
No! I CAN see my bug bite.
Me:
Oh.
Jackson:
It hurts.
Me:
I'm sorry, baby.
Jackson:
It's not you, it's the bug, Mom. You're not a bug.
Me:
Oh. You are so nice, my Jackson.