I keep thinking of a story my friend told me.

Her neighbor had three kids, one right after another. And one time she was sitting across from my friend chatting, while watching her two older children run around the backyard.

Suddenly she got frantic and started looking around wildly. “WHERE IS MY BABY? WHERE IS JACKSON?!” She yelled. She was close to hysterics.

And then she looked down.

And who was she holding in her lap but Jackson?