Oh My God It's Jack Black!!

The munchkin and I are in line at the airport, slowly inching forward to board the plane. I'm carrying him and we are moving along like a herd of animals, when the munchkin suddenly begins to freak out. I mean, hysterically freak out.

"Jack! Jack! Jack! Mommy, Jack! Jack!"

I glance up to see what he's so concerned about, and his little pointer finger is wagging and pointing just a few inches away from the face of a big, burly looking man in a blue T-shirt, with lots of dark fuzzy facial hair and a shaggy 'do.

"Jack! Jack! Jack!" Moooooommmmmy!!!!!!! He is absolutely squealing.

It took me a second, but then I slowly begin to realize what's going on. The kid is starstruck. He thinks he is in the presence of the Jack Black. As in the Jack Black who starred in The School Of Rock, Nacho Libre, and several other movies that make me pee my pants laughing. But the munchkin knows him from his cameo in  Yo Gabba Gabba! and he is absolutely smitten with him. Actually, he asks for "Jack" daily. We have it saved on TiVo, and occasionally I catch myself watching it without him. Mr. Black is obviously so high in his Gabba Gabba scenes, its just as good if not better than watching his feature films. Really. 

I digress. "Mommmmm-eeeee. Jack! Jack!" Little Red is so excited and wiggly in my arms that I'm sure he now needs a new diaper, and is acting like a teenage girl in the presence of Zac Effron.

People are staring, and the dude in question is looking at me with raised eyebrows.

Unsure if this guy would take the percieved reseblence as an insult or not, especially since he was well over six feet tall, I smiled and sweetly said, "Oh, you look just like our friend Jack."

Then sprinted down the jetway while my face flushed hot, the kid leaning over my shoulder almost in tears to leave Jack behind.  "Jaaaaaaack!!!!!"