Are you threatening me?

Hey, this is Chad. Lacey is asleep, and all of this bar exam studying has made me into something of an insomniac.

Earlier we were putting Jackson to bed, and as has become his custom, he was getting pretty silly, basically stalling. Anyway, he and I were kind of wrestling on his bed (and consequently, on his mother). Lacey made it known that she had had enough, so we stopped, but not before Jackson looked me in the eye and announced, "It's not over." He then repeated - "It's not over" - like some kind of foreboding promise.

What is he, a gangster? A paison with injured honor? I mushed him, then we said prayers.

Just like in the old country.