So, How Old Will Jackson Be On Monday?

Oh, I don't know... Let's see... How old am I going to be? I'm not sure...

Could it be four years old?

No...

Maybe I'm going to be six. Yeah, maybe that's it. Six.

No...

So, how old am I going to be?

THIS MANY!!!



That's right: The WHOLE HAND! The Big Five. Half a decade. Cinco. Fünf. Cinq.

If it was an anniversary, I'd be in line to receive a gift made of wood. But it's not my anniversary, it's my BIRTHDAY. And I'm thinking I'd like something made of plastic, preferably in southeast Asia, that zooms around at breakneck speed...



Donovan, that's MY racetrack! Gotta go...