He-a Comes Big Dackson! (Who Needs a New Pair of Pants)

Out of nowhere Jack--I'm sorry Jackson--has started calling himself by his birth name, Jackson. We generally call him Jack or Jack-Jack, reserving Jackson for when we are are trying to get his attention. (Okay, I know it is awful that we call him by his full name only when he is in trouble, but deal with it.) Kate thinks the teachers at daycare call him Jackson, and apparently he has decided that he prefers it over Jack. Actually, it's pretty cute. He does speak in the first person ), but he also talks "Elmo-style" in the third person, saying "Dackson wants," "Dackson needs," etc.

My favorite example? This morning we were at Cookie Cutters for a haircut and they were rather busy. So while we waited, he played on their slide/jungle gym thingy. He was going up and down the stairs, and I warned him to be careful because they were big steps. He nodded okay, started down the steps and said rather loudly (okay, shouted) in a toddler-deep voice, "He-a comes Big Dackson!"
Me: Here comes Big Jackson?
Jack(son): Yes! He-a comes Big Dackson! Big steps!

I think he was trying to say that he was a big boy because he could go up and down the big steps. It was pretty cute the way he kind of strutted while he said it, though.
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Kate picked up Jack from daycare last Friday, and she noticed that his jeans were ripped at the knee. She was already out of the building when she noticed, so we are still not exactly sure what happened to them. Anyway, Kate thought a toddler in fashionable ripped jeans was pretty cute, so she decided it was not that big of a deal. Jack, on the other hand, is very concerned. This morning when I dressed him I happened to choose his ripped jeans. We were downstairs a little later when I heard a very distressed "Oh No! Pants hole! Pants, hole messy!" (Messy is his general term for when something is out of place or not how it should be.)
I assured him that the hole in his pants was okay, but he did not find me convincing.
He rebuffed me in a sad voice with, "Pants messy hole. Dackson need new pants."
I was rather shocked because, not only was there a good sentence in there, but also by his logic that he worked out a solution to his problem. He repeated his need of new pants a couple of times, but I finally convinced him that it was okay he had ripped jeans and that we did not need to go shopping.