Jameson has a hilarious misunderstanding of how to respond when someone asks him whether he knows something.  The conversations (and there have been literally hundreds of them) all go something like this:

Me or Sydney: Jameson.
Jameson: Yeah?
Me or Sydney: Do you know where we're going tomorrow?
Jameson: Yeah! (With a confidence that always seems to convince us that he does)
Me or Sydney: Where?
Jameson: Where?
Me or Sydney: Where are we going tomorrow Jameson?
Jameson: I don't know.  Where are we going?

I've tried many times to explain to him that when we ask him if he knows and he says yes that it is supposed to mean that he knows the answer to the question, but it continues to go over his head.

This weekend his aunt and cousin are in town.  Tomorrow we are going to play T-ball with Coach Derek in his sports class and then heading down to Lego Land!  Good times ahead...

Greetings

Everyday when I pick Jameson up from daycare he runs in from wherever he is, screaming "daddy" in his excited little voice and buries his head in my legs and gives them a squeeze. It is a greeting like no other I have ever received. I can remember when I was growing up and my dad would come home from work. We would hear his car pull into the driveway and Mom would say "Daddy's home". I would rush out as fast as I could and he would pick me up and toss me into the air to my delight. Funny how things like that can leave an impression.