Jackson is going through the "mine, mine, mine" phase right now. I get so tired of hearing that and correcting him that sometimes I play along; like last week when he pointed to a duck at the lake and said "My duck", I just said something like "Yes, it would be fun if we owned a duck, wouldn't it?" Today we were walking through the parking lot and Jackson started to drag so I knew he was distracted. Suddenly he yanked on my hand and started yelling. "Mama, my car! My car! MY CAR!" I turned to look where he was pointing and just about passed out at the sight of the apple red BMW convertible, undoubtedly the most expensive car in the parking lot!