No, I don't mean Violet. Jack was getting sick and tired of me saying "not while you still live under my roof", so he got legally emancipated and rented his own place. Simultaneously and coincidentally, we found a new tenant for our toddler-sized playhouse. He bares a striking resemblence to Jack, who I'm told has a striking resemblence to me. So it's like I'm my own landlord...and renter.
In other news, Jack can eat chicken now. He first tried it back in December, but was allergic. But now that he's a little older, he handles it just fine. (Which isn't to say he likes eating it, but he puts up with it.) He celebrated with this classic pose, which I'm sure you've seen others do in various publications. What, you haven't? Well, it's up and coming.
