At the playground this morning, Jack told me that since I had to concentrate while pushing him and Lucy on the swings, he would let me know if a fire truck went by.
After he jumped off the swing, he said that he wouldn't jump off again because his new shirt would get messed up and he wanted to make sure that he looked handsome when he got to Joe's house for the football game. But he did say that if his shirt got all squiggly and bumpy he could just flatten it out with his hands. He prefers his shirts tucked in, by the way.
