Yep, apparently the complex plot lines combined with the on-screen chemistry between Harisson Ford and Willem Dafoe was just way too much excitement for the little guy to handle today, because about 20 minutes from the end of Clear and Present Danger I got nailed again by the little serial whizzer. Same deal, dude was just crusing along laying on my chest and having a great father son moment. Warm and fuzzy again gradually gave way to warm and damp, and I couldn't do anything more than laugh at how badly I am being owned this little buttmunch.
Score: Jackson 2, Dad 0.
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