Little Tiger

Jeff and I were watching the end of the PGA tourney today as Tiger kept missing his puts. On that last hole, when Tiger blew his chance at coming back, I said "Come on, Tiger!"

Jackson turned around to the TV and said "Where's a tiger?"

Jeff: "No, there's no tiger. His NAME is Tiger."

Jackson: silence

Tricia: "That guy's name is Tiger like your name is Jackson."

Jackson: "No, my name is Little Tiger."

Awwwwww, he wants to be a golfer instead of a pastry chef. That's Grrrrrrreat!