Jack in the Box

Joey likes to sit on my lap when I blog.  If you find any horrible grammatical errors or typos, I'm pinning it on the 3-year-old.

Yet when I wrote the blog that included a video of Jack playing the piano, Joey kept insisting I play it over and over. Each time, Joey cried out for his brother to acknowledge him and became increasingly agitated by Jack's non-response:

I of course found it hilarious. Until I shut down the computer and Joey became hysterical, convinced his mother had forever banished his big brother to the Dell monitor.  He was edgy for hours and was only soothed when we picked up Jack from camp. 

I don't know who he thinks I am. 

Casey Anthony?