"And hit myself on a low doorframe. Your lucky. Less concusions." Jackson says, thinking back so the atic and stair. He shudders and smiles.

She chuckled and said, "Still, it makes it harder to reach things. I've called so many times for help whenever I can't reach something. So if you ever hear me shouting, it's probably because I can't reach something." She chuckled.

"I'll keep that in mind." Jackson says. "I'll get the peanut butter down for you." Jackson smiles and "Just do not turn me into a dog from fetching too much."

"Either that or I'm going rely on you picking me up and giving me a boost so I can grab things." She laughed. "Like I said, I hate being this short."

"Either that or I'm going rely on you picking me up and giving me a boost so I can grab things." She laughed. "Like I said, I hate being this short."

Jackson smiles and drops to his knees. "I hate being this short." He mimics. He stands back up and says "Oh be quiet. I like you the way you are."

She playfully shoved him before continuing, "Whatever you say my giant."

"Hey!" Jackson retorts. He grabs her shoulder and pulls her in. "You can not shove me now." He says, giving a wimp head hold.

"Hey let go!" She whined as she squirmed in his grip.

"Never! He shifts to a deeper voice. "I have caught a fisty one, see. Me keep."