The other morning I got out of the shower, grabbed a pair of underwear to throw on and made my way to Jackson's room because he was shouting obscenities in retaliation to the fact that I'd ignored him while I was doing my daily cleansing ritual. The nerve of me.
As I walked in, he looked at my bare stomach, got a big grin and said BELLY! Yes, sweet boy, that's my belly, I said. I neglected to point out each individual stretch mark that he inflicted on me, but I haven't forgotten and intend to hold that over his head for a very long time.
Then he looked a few inches upward at my bare breasts, smiled, and said BA-LLOON!
I only hope he meant an inflated balloon.