I was startled to see Jackson already sitting at the table, when I walked into the kitchen at 6:30 this morning. His nose was burried in Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis, that he and Leslie checked out at the library yesterday.
I'm imagining his children seeing this picture in the future. They look up from their e-readers and say, "Dad, why are you staring at that stack of papers?"