Michelle Campbell hurried over when she saw this, bent down to pick up the little guy, but Samuel Noah Jackson beside her always seemed to be one step ahead, quickly scooping up the little guy!
"How was it, yesterday?" Samuel Noah Jackson raised his eyebrow, then looked down at the little rascal in his arms and asked!
Was it comfortable yesterday?
"Not bad," the little guy said, fiddling with his fingers before speaking in his childlike voice.
Why did that sound so familiar?
Hearing Lorne Noah Jackson's response, Michelle couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.
Not bad... huh...
That phrase, it sounded so much like one of Samuel Noah Jackson's habitual sayings.
She had heard that young boys often worship their fathers and unconsciously imitate them...
So, she thought, it must have been because Samuel Noah Jackson had said those very words too often that the young boy had picked them up!
