He wants to play all of the time, and he will scatter toys and things from hell to breakfast if we let him. If the house is quiet, we get nervous because that usually means he's concentrating on something intently, which often means a mess, his playing with water inside, or some other potential mess. Some days he's the sweetest most innocent and caring child there is. And then some days he's oblivious to what's going on around him. He'll probably grow out of it, but today, as I was listening to Spotify, the White Stripes song "We're Going to Be Friends" came on, and the lyrics made me realize that I've forgotten what the innocence of childhood feels like. I got a little teary thinking that this is how Jack Williams's mind works. Had Jack White not penned these lines, I wouldn't have had this moment of reflection and understanding of how little Jack must feel.
Thank you, Jack White. Thank you, Jack Williams.