Jacksonversations

Jacksonversations!  It's a new word.  You won't find it in Webster's latest edition.  I just made it up.  Crap.  I just googled it and wouldn't you know, some joke generator program referred to something as a Michael Jacksonversation.  I don't know if we can call that legitimate.  What do you think?  Well, regardless, I just made it up because I had never before heard or seen the use of this word before.  I'm sure there is some opinion page of a newspaper in one of the many cities named Jackson that has Jacksonversations that is all about conversations related to the city.  Perhaps not, but they should.  It's a great word.  My particular use of the word is solely based on conversations that I get to have with Jackson Walter Fontano, my boyke. 

There is a lot of fun that comes out of the mouth of Jack.  There are a lot of finer details about, well, about whatever he is into that day be it trains, planes, bridges, plants vs. zombies, Ford trucks, Mini-Coopers or whatever.  Jacksonversations happen.  Sometimes they are very one sided and it is just an opportunity for Jack to unload, to release what it is that is filling up his mind.  Those conversations sometimes happen late at night when everyone is in bed and Jack can't sleep.  He comes and finds me sitting at the computer, typing on the blog and he unloads.  There are times when our Jacksonversations are quite exhausting, it's hard to keep up.  Then there are the funny things he says.

Yesterday we were in the car and Jack started telling me about a boy in his class that is depressed.  I don't recall his name but asked Jack what he was depressed about.  "Math, he doesn't like math so I talk to him and tell him he can do it.  When he gets focused he can go through that math like a blizzard!"  "Like a blizzard?" I replied.  "And what kind of problem solver are you?  Summer?"   "No, I'm like a cumulonimbus".  "A what?"  "It's a big storm cloud".  You know, because every 9 year old refers to the weather when describing how they do math.

Tonight as he was in bed and I had just finished reading from The Book of Virtues he says to me "Dad, you're a 200 pounder.  You'll break sticks if you step on them.  You're a floor creaker."  Not real sure what inspired these thoughts, perhaps my stunning physique.  Anyway, I could go on for some time and discuss some of his thoughts and conversations.  Suffice to say it is often fun stuff that simply makes me smile.