The pink eye plague visited us again today, this time attacking Hudson. This resulted in cancelling his play date for today and consequently sending him into a deep depression. He was rolling around on the floor lamenting his bad fortune saying, "but I need a friend, it's not fair, Ainsley has lots of friends at school and I don't have any." I said, "I'm your friend." He responded with, "(big sigh)no, no, no, your my wonderful grown-up, but (another huge sigh and pause) you are NOT (big emphasis)my friend." At least when he is a teenage I won't be one of the parents who are despirately trying to be their child's friend and still be an authority figure. At 18 days before turning 4 I'm already not his friend.
My favorite moment from this week was this conversation:
Hudson: Mommy, who is in charge of Christmas?
Me: I don't know, what do you mean?
Hudson: Like who is in charge of all of Christmas?
Me: Everyone helps out and does different parts.
Hudson: No someone is in charge.
Me: Not really.
Hudson: Yes, somebody is, I think it's Grandpa Seaquist. He's in charge.
Dad, should we get you a santa suit?