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Introduction	So, Jack S is my son. He's an incredibly precocious little boy who is an absolute riot and he doesn't even know it. The name of this blog comes from one of Jack's quips... the story goes something like this... I'm a Boston driver. I tend to be fairly aggressive, but you have to be if you're going to successfully drive in Boston. We were driving along one day, me in the front seat, driving of course, Jack in his cow carseat hanging out in the back. In front of me was a car with the right blinker going, in the left turn only lane, tentatively going straight. Not thinking about the little ears in the back seat I said, "Jackass, where are you going?!" From the back seat I heard "Mama, I'm Jack S and I'm sittin' right he'a" (best attempt at spelling out Jack's thick Boston/New York accent). So there it is.. I'm Jack S.. and I'm sitting right here... to entertain you.

Introduction

So, Jack S is my son. He's an incredibly precocious little boy who is an absolute riot and he doesn't even know it. The name of this blog comes from one of Jack's quips... the story goes something like this... I'm a Boston driver. I tend to be fairly aggressive, but you have to be if you're going to successfully drive in Boston. We were driving along one day, me in the front seat, driving of course, Jack in his cow carseat hanging out in the back. In front of me was a car with the right blinker going, in the left turn only lane, tentatively going straight. Not thinking about the little ears in the back seat I said, "Jackass, where are you going?!" From the back seat I heard "Mama, I'm Jack S and I'm sittin' right he'a" (best attempt at spelling out Jack's thick Boston/New York accent). So there it is.. I'm Jack S.. and I'm sitting right here... to entertain you.