He better not get this wrong on his SATs.

Earlier this week when we were going through security at the Las Vegas airport the kids got asked a few questions by TSA.  Typically no one even bothers to ask them anything but occasionally they'll get asked their names, and even more rarely, they'll get asked their age.  The lady at the Las Vegas airport was totally different.  She asked Hannah her first and last name, her age, where we were traveling to, and who she was traveling with.  Hannah even answered "Denver" as our destination because she knew that was the destination on the first boarding pass that we were showing the TSA agent.

Jake was a different story.  The funny thing is he started panicking even before she started asking him questions.  When he heard the lady ask Hannah her last name he turned to me and said "Mommy!  I don't know my last name!!!"   I said, "of course you do."

TSA: What's your name?

Jake: Jacob.

TSA: And how old are you Jacob?

Jake: 5.

TSA: Do you know your last name?

Jake: No.

Me: What?  Of course you do?  What is your full name?

Jake: Jacob Daniel.

Me: Jacob Daniel what?

Jake: I don't know.

Me: What is Grandma Gail's last name?

Jake: I don't know.

Me: Is it Snow?

Jake: Yes.

TSA: Okay, where are you going today?

Jake: Massachusetts.

TSA: Wow, that's a big word for such a little guy.

Me (looking at Jake with disbelief):  You can remember Massachusetts but you can't remember Snow?