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I gave Jackson his first piece of gum this morning. Seth had left a pack of gum by the computer and Jackson insisted that he should be able to try it. Our conversation went something like this:

Jackson: “Oooooh! That gum looks tasty!”

Me: “That’s Daddy’s gum.”

Jackson: “Can I try some?”

Me: “Sure.” (Okay, maybe he didn’t insist. Maybe I’m just a pushover.)

I got out two sticks of gum and gave one to Jackson while I demonstrated with the other one how to chew gum.

Jackson: “Mmmmm. This gum is tasty!”

Me: “Remember, chew the gum but don’t swallow it. The gum can’t go in your tummy.”

Jackson: “I’ll put the gum on my pants.”

Me: “Don’t put it on your pants; just chew it.”

Jackson: “Okay, I’ll just put it in my leg.”

Me: “How about putting it in the garbage can when you’re done.”

Jackson: “Mama, do you put gum in your boobies?”

Me: “I most certainly do not!”

Jackson went running down the hall to his bedroom to listen to his “Jesus Loves Me” cd (no more Amy Winehouse) and came back a minute later with no gum.

Me: “Jackson, where’s your gum?”

Jackson, looking as though he just realized it was gone, said, “I swallowed it!”

Me: “You shouldn’t put gum in your tummy.”

Jackson: “I didn’t! I put it in my leg!”

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