Jason is going to get used to being called, “D-a-a-son.” It’s unfortunate when you spend your weekend around folks calling Jason’s name every two seconds and then you hear from your own backseat:“Where’s D-a-a-son?”
“Bye D-a-a-son!”
“Lub you, D-a-a-son.”
"D-a-a-son at woork?"
So much sass at such a young age.



what is the helmet for? i love all her faces.
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