You look like sleeping beauty to me, mom

So Jackson does this super sweet (and yes a little, shall we say ...sassy?) thing where he fluffs my hair up all over the place and tells me that I'm a princess - namely Sleeping Beauty. Jackson, of course, is my prince (Valiant - not Charming). I have to pretend to be asleep so that Jackson can kiss me and say "wake up Sleeping Beauty" and when I awake from my blissful slumber he asks me to dance. Then we waltz around the house, with far more grace than any of the "stars". Today,as he was arranging my already insane bedhead into a not untumbleweed-like buffont, he looked at me and said "you look like Sleeping Beauty to me, Mom."
I love you Jackson.

15 minutes later he comes into the kitchen and shows me a broken piece of hanger.....
"I broke your hanger mama"
"Jackson, don't break our stuff!"
"I broke a lot of hangers, mom"
"Why Jackson?!!!! Why?!!"
"I broke one hanger and I decided to break the rest of them."
"JACKSON!"
"Just the ones without clothes on them, mom"

I go in my room to find at least 25 broken hangers pulled from my closet all with pieces snapped off and laying in a kuffuffle on my floor.

Boy is he lucky he said I was a princess this morning. (sigh)