While having a stern talking-to with his dad-
After what had been a hard morning, Hudson and I had dental appointments. So Hudson was sitting on my lap in the dentist chair when the dentist walked in and said, "how are we doing today?" I said "fine" and Hudson quickly responded "My mom is having a rough morning. She is." While nodding his head sympathetically.
Chase: I'll be six when the baby comes.
Hudson: And I'll be eleven.
He spent a good part of our trip in San Diego trying to educate Heidi that dogs say "ruff ruff" and NOT "woof woof".
Me (to Heidi): Hudson had a rough night last night.
Heidi: Hudson, does that mean you kept your mom up all night?
Hudson: (thinks about it for a second) No. It means I kept my DAD up a lot last night.
(true story, in a rare turn on events, Hudson went straight for his dad that particular night and slept directly on top/next to him for most of the night. This was after several nights in a row of Hudson doing the same thing to me, and Ben waking up in the morning with absolutely no knowledge that Hudson had even been in our bed at all.)
After taking a Christmas treat to a neighbor, who is a widow, we had the following discussion:
Chase: Margo's husband must have been a lot older than her if he's already dead.
Me: I think he had a heart attack actually.
Hudson: Nope. A bear killed him.
Me: Oh really Hudson?
Hudson: Well, actually, he was stopping to help a bear, the San Diego Zoo Black Bear, and a T-Rex came by and just chomped him up. He did. He got killed by a T-Rex. But he didn't die until they got him to the hospital.(And then for the next ten minutes he continued to explain the same story over and over, absolutely certain that he was correct.)
One day when Nora got in our car, "Hey Noira, what are you today? A baby kangaroo? A baby lion? Or just 'Ora?" (Nora frequently pretends she's something else and really commits to the role)
An elderly neighbor of my parents stopped by one day and asked Hudson if he had been a good boy and could make Santa's nice list, to which Hudson responded "Well, I'm a little naughty every day."
He picked up the instructions for assembling a piece of furniture and pretended to read it:
"Instructions of how to get a baby out of mommy's tummy. Step 1: Breathe. Step 2: Heavenly Father tells you to go to the hospital. Step 6: You bring the baby home and do fun stuff with it. Like put it to bed at night."
(He hasn't even asked how they get the baby out...and we haven't volunteered the info either. I think it's hilarious/fitting how many numbers he skipped (although I don't think he realized when he said it that he'd skipped some numbers) considering all the "steps" left out.)
Ben: Hudson, why can't you listen and obey mom and dad?
Hudson: (threw up his arms exasperatedly in the air) Because I'm only THREE!
After what had been a hard morning, Hudson and I had dental appointments. So Hudson was sitting on my lap in the dentist chair when the dentist walked in and said, "how are we doing today?" I said "fine" and Hudson quickly responded "My mom is having a rough morning. She is." While nodding his head sympathetically.
Chase: I'll be six when the baby comes.
Hudson: And I'll be eleven.
He spent a good part of our trip in San Diego trying to educate Heidi that dogs say "ruff ruff" and NOT "woof woof".
He came in one morning wearing this outfit and said "I'm ready to play soccer now!"
Me (to Heidi): Hudson had a rough night last night.
Heidi: Hudson, does that mean you kept your mom up all night?
Hudson: (thinks about it for a second) No. It means I kept my DAD up a lot last night.
(true story, in a rare turn on events, Hudson went straight for his dad that particular night and slept directly on top/next to him for most of the night. This was after several nights in a row of Hudson doing the same thing to me, and Ben waking up in the morning with absolutely no knowledge that Hudson had even been in our bed at all.)
After taking a Christmas treat to a neighbor, who is a widow, we had the following discussion:
Chase: Margo's husband must have been a lot older than her if he's already dead.
Me: I think he had a heart attack actually.
Hudson: Nope. A bear killed him.
Me: Oh really Hudson?
Hudson: Well, actually, he was stopping to help a bear, the San Diego Zoo Black Bear, and a T-Rex came by and just chomped him up. He did. He got killed by a T-Rex. But he didn't die until they got him to the hospital.(And then for the next ten minutes he continued to explain the same story over and over, absolutely certain that he was correct.)
One day when Nora got in our car, "Hey Noira, what are you today? A baby kangaroo? A baby lion? Or just 'Ora?" (Nora frequently pretends she's something else and really commits to the role)
An elderly neighbor of my parents stopped by one day and asked Hudson if he had been a good boy and could make Santa's nice list, to which Hudson responded "Well, I'm a little naughty every day."
He picked up the instructions for assembling a piece of furniture and pretended to read it:
"Instructions of how to get a baby out of mommy's tummy. Step 1: Breathe. Step 2: Heavenly Father tells you to go to the hospital. Step 6: You bring the baby home and do fun stuff with it. Like put it to bed at night."
(He hasn't even asked how they get the baby out...and we haven't volunteered the info either. I think it's hilarious/fitting how many numbers he skipped (although I don't think he realized when he said it that he'd skipped some numbers) considering all the "steps" left out.)
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