He got up from the dinner table and said, "I just be right back okay! I'm going to go make a clock."
He packed up a backpack and turned to me and said, "Bye Mom! I going to work! I am going to go work on my boat."
He was referring to the show Mickey Mouse Club House as Mickey Mouse Sams Club.
Ben put Hudson on his shoulders to try to get to church a little faster. We hadn't done this with Hudson much, who got very nervous about the whole thing. He kept saying in his husky little voice "Daddy! That's not safe Dad! I scary!"
He told us the whole story about the time Nana and Papa took him to Chick Fil-A:
"Grilled! Chicken! Nuggets! I eat them at Chick Fil-A. And Papa has diet coke. And Nana has water. And I have chocate milk! And Nana gave me an ice cream cone with ice cream in it! And she used her napkin to clean it up."
Apparently during said visit when Nana asked if he wanted an ice cream cone he asked "with ice cream in it?" and claimed that I frequently give him ice cream cones without ice cream in them.
Hudson was inside a built-in storage chest in our basement and Chase was sitting on top of it (blocking Hudson's exit). Hudson was calmly calling out "Chase-eh (how he says Chaser)! I can't see! I'm in the cave!"
I'm going to go play jack-in-the-box! (Meaning, go play in the card board boxes in the basement.)
While walking to church:
Hudson: I'm big.
Ben: Yeah you are big! How big are you?
Hudson: 24
Ben: Oh yeah?
Hudson: Yeah, 24 big.
Me: How's my cute baby?
Hudson: I not a baby! Nora's the cutest baby! I'm big now! I'm big like daddy!
After taking a grilling tool out of his hands for the tenth time-
Me: Hudson, Nana said NO.
Hudson: Nana said no. I say yes.
While in the pool holding on to a raft:
It's okay raft! I gotcha! It's okay raft! I gotcha!
(He did this repeatedly throughout the day- reassuring inanimate objects that they were okay. I must say this to him)
He didn't want to leave my parents house one night after swimming and a BBQ. From his little carseat in his tiny, sad, tired voice he said, "I no want to go Nana! I want to sleep at your house! I want to sleep with you....I want to go to Tahoe! (repeated 12 times)....I want to go to Chick-Fila....I want to sleep with you!" We put him right to bed when we got home and he went right to sleep.
He started telling jokes all of a sudden. They all went something like this:
"Knock-Knock! Who's there? A crocodile! Why did the crocodile cross the road? Because it was his birthday!" (And then laugh at himself. I was cracking up at him saying all the lines, his combo of knock-knock jokes and crossing the road jokes, and his punchline was ALWAYS "because it was his birthday!")
He packed up a backpack and turned to me and said, "Bye Mom! I going to work! I am going to go work on my boat."
He was referring to the show Mickey Mouse Club House as Mickey Mouse Sams Club.
He told us the whole story about the time Nana and Papa took him to Chick Fil-A:
"Grilled! Chicken! Nuggets! I eat them at Chick Fil-A. And Papa has diet coke. And Nana has water. And I have chocate milk! And Nana gave me an ice cream cone with ice cream in it! And she used her napkin to clean it up."
Apparently during said visit when Nana asked if he wanted an ice cream cone he asked "with ice cream in it?" and claimed that I frequently give him ice cream cones without ice cream in them.
Hudson was inside a built-in storage chest in our basement and Chase was sitting on top of it (blocking Hudson's exit). Hudson was calmly calling out "Chase-eh (how he says Chaser)! I can't see! I'm in the cave!"
I'm going to go play jack-in-the-box! (Meaning, go play in the card board boxes in the basement.)
While walking to church:
Hudson: I'm big.
Ben: Yeah you are big! How big are you?
Hudson: 24
Ben: Oh yeah?
Hudson: Yeah, 24 big.
Me: How's my cute baby?
Hudson: I not a baby! Nora's the cutest baby! I'm big now! I'm big like daddy!
After taking a grilling tool out of his hands for the tenth time-
Me: Hudson, Nana said NO.
Hudson: Nana said no. I say yes.
While in the pool holding on to a raft:
It's okay raft! I gotcha! It's okay raft! I gotcha!
(He did this repeatedly throughout the day- reassuring inanimate objects that they were okay. I must say this to him)
He didn't want to leave my parents house one night after swimming and a BBQ. From his little carseat in his tiny, sad, tired voice he said, "I no want to go Nana! I want to sleep at your house! I want to sleep with you....I want to go to Tahoe! (repeated 12 times)....I want to go to Chick-Fila....I want to sleep with you!" We put him right to bed when we got home and he went right to sleep.
He started telling jokes all of a sudden. They all went something like this:
"Knock-Knock! Who's there? A crocodile! Why did the crocodile cross the road? Because it was his birthday!" (And then laugh at himself. I was cracking up at him saying all the lines, his combo of knock-knock jokes and crossing the road jokes, and his punchline was ALWAYS "because it was his birthday!")
Wait, he's scared of being on top of his dad's shoulders but NOT when he's trapped inside a closed storage chest?? And seriously, give your kids a legit ice cream cone, Court ;).
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