Mmm...ice cream

So today Jackson and I are having lunch. He's chomping down his watermelon, and I ask him what kind of sandwich he wants, fully expecting him to say peanut butter, which is his standard answer. He looks at me, tilts his head like he's thinking really hard and says, "umm....." scrunches up his little face like he's thinking really hard and says, "ice cream, I fink." (He adds "I think" on the end of 90% of his sentences these days.) I laughed out loud and wondered if it's my fault he wants an ice cream sandwich for lunch...I eat a lot of ice cream. Luckily he didn't protest too much when I said no and was quite happy to have his peanut butter sandwich. Maybe we'll have some ice cream when he's up from his nap.