Disclaimer: Much as I'd love to claim him, I just can't.

I love my family, ghost hunting, and fudge—not necessarily in that order. I'm big and enthusiastic and wear my heart on my sleeve. Anyone who knows me knows that, and some think that since I act like a happy child, I must be an idiot.

I'm not a complete fool; I know far more than others, even my own family would give me credit for. In fact, one of the largest, most complicated secrets I know is the one about my son.

I can't say I knew from the beginning—I didn't find out until we visited Vlad for the reunion—but I can say that in some ways I understand why he kept that secret. After the incident with the mayor, if I hadn't already known, I'm not sure how I would have reacted, either.

But I know my son, and I know that he is not evil. Every invention I have capable of reading a ghost's ecto-signature says that he is about as close to neutral as any ghost is capable of being. That has only changed once as far as I know, and that wasn't Danny's fault. He couldn't have known there was a circus ringleader who could control ghosts, after all.

I sometimes wonder when he'll tell us, or if he will tell us at all. Until he does, I will do everything in my power to keep him from getting hurt by me or Maddie, whether it means tangling the Fenton Ghost Fisher or 'forgetting' to charge Maddie's bazooka.

…I smell fudge. Is Maddie cooking again?

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AN: Well, I'm not sure how much in character you could call it, but I don't think it's badly out of character either. Meh. I like Jack, and you have to admit, anyone who can invent some of the things he does is not an idiot.