#1 - Hudson almost ate 20 dollars before. The hubby got it out of his mouth in time. Wet money, I imagine, is better than poopy money! I guess you can tell me @
Sherry
#2 - We realized we were "special" when we were at the hotel for Hudson's first show. It had been a long drive, and we were eating these crappy grocery store subs. Hudson was begging, and we feed him pretty much everything we eat...bad bully parents. I read the ingredients on the sticker from my sub and looked at him and said, "I'm sorry, Hudson, this is really bad food, and I can't give you this." Meanwhile, I'm eating the crap out of it. There's something wrong with that.
I wouldn't trade my butt-wiping, babytalking, chin-wiping, floor-wrestling self in for anything. My life is so much better with Hudson than it ever has been!