Notes from Jackson

Mom, please, I know that I'm not supposed to have chocolate, but I don't think that one bite of that one cookie you've got there will hurt me.  In fact, it maybe just what I need to go to sleep tonight.

Seriously, please.

I'll pose for a picture.  Please.  Pleeeeeeaaaaaase.

Never mind.  The allergic reaction I'm having to the new Frontline you gave me is killing me.  I can't stop itching.  Aaaaaagh!

*Poor baby. :(  Well, I've got to clean this house.  The bathroom is finally fixed and ready to be put back in order after a week of total mayhem.