"I have bad troubles,mommy"

* Nixon: Mommy, I have bad troubles.
   me: You have bad troubles? Like what?
   Nixon: I can't open my cars gummies, I have bad troubles, mom. This is serious, stop laughing!

* Nixon: Can I have a hug, mommy?
   me: Of course *hugs him*
  Nixon: I am a boy?
   me: what? Are you asking if you are a boy?
  Nixon: Yes.
  me: Nixon, yes, you are a boy, as far as I know.
  Nixon: Aw...thank you mommy, thank you.
  me: Thank you? For letting you be a boy?
  Nixon: Yes, mommy.

January comes to an end....