An Assortment of Jackson, Evening Edition

• Jackson met a kitten tonight. Our neighbors are fostering them for a while and Jackson and his three-year-old girl friend McK. had great fun cuddling said kitten. "Fluffy!" And then Jackson decided it was time to hug McK. and he did this full-on linebacker-looking hug-shove thing. (She's like a foot taller than him.) It was all love, but the second time he tried it, the three-year-old said, and I quote, "OK, that's enough, that's enough." Heh.
• The kiddo now knows not one, not two, but three book authors. He recognizes the names Richard Scarry and Eric Carle, and tonight when we read Rosie's Walk by Pat Hutchins for the first time, he said, "Owl?" Meaning that he recognized Pat Hutchins as the author as one of our all-time fave used-book finds, Good-Night, Owl.
• My kid knows how to live the good life. We're readjusting his schedule this week (new tentative plan is noon naptime, 8 p.m. bedtime), so when he wouldn't go down, I took him out into the yard to see the fabulous full moon, and then sat with him on the front porch. We talked about the crickets chirping, the planes flying over and the rocking, rocking, rocking of the chair. He cuddled up to me and said, "Happy, happy, happy." Indeed.