July 2009
Setting: In the car riding home from volleyball. Caleb had just asked me if he had any birthmarks. I reply "no". Not to be outdone...
JACOBISM: (with quick bragging pride) "Guess what?!? I think I have a birthmark shaped like Michael Jackson!"
Really? Are you kidding me right now?
Where...WHERE could that have possibly come from?
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