This boy of mine is something else. I love him to pieces. He's always climbing something, getting wet, exploring, building, doing all things boy! Yesterday we were eating dinner and talking about our beds. He asked me if my bed was a queen, I said yes. Then he asked, "So, is mine a jack?" This boy is always thinking about things and asking questions and wanting to learn. If there are king-sized beds and queen-sized beds, then why shouldn't there be a jack? I never thought of it that way, but he's right, why isn't there a jack?