In July, Michael Jackson died. I loved him as a kid. I had a poster of him in my room and I remember the day I first saw "Thriller". The days following Michael Jackson's death, his music was everywhere: cafes, in cars going by, blasting from apartment windows. We played his songs and showed you a few videos and little did we know that this would create an obsession. Miguel you love him. You call him Michael Jackskin. You have to listen to him before nap and bedtime, every time we get into Josh's car, and every other time in between. You do the head twitch thing from "Thriller" and the moon dance. When we sing songs you like to dedicate it to Michael Jackskin. At the end of the ABC song we sing, "Now Michael Jackskin knows his abc's, next time wont you sing with me?" You love him. Now Tonio does the head twitch (more a full body twitch) and loves to yell, "Michael Hackson". Tonio YELLS it!
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