At dinner tonight, Dennis was amazed at Jack’s inherent “cuteness”. It was in rare form. Jack had good manners, he complimented me on my dinner (while said husband made comments such as: “Where did this sauce come from?” and “No, I’m good with just the small bowl.”), he asked for a second helping, ate his veggies, and then told some great stories about Tutor Time, with all the hand gestures and eye rolls that go with it.
Dennis: We’re gonna put you in commercials, so you can make us some money.
Jack: Yeah, I’ll eat pasta on TV if you want me to.
(then thinks about it for a minute)
Jack: How do you actually get ON TV??
I don’t think I hung around to hear Dennis’ explanation.