On the drive in this morning...

"Mom, I want to go to work."
"You have to go to school."
"No, I want to go to the office."
"You don't, Hudson, trust me. I don't even want to go to the office today."
"Mom?"
"Yes, Hud?"
"I see dark."
"What do you mean?"
"Work is going to get darker and darker and darker."
<should I be worried???>

Weekend zingers...

"Hudson, can I have a kiss?"
"No, mom, I can't. I'm too busy."












"Look, Hudson. This is how a sewing machine works."
"Fancy that!"
"WHAT?"
"Fancy THAT, Mom!"
<dad> "Hudson, what century are you from?"






<dad>"Hudson, what color was the big excavator we saw today?"
"The same color as the little one."