Friday, November 30, 2007

I'm okay with "wonderful grown-up"

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?

2 comments:

Ally said...

Now that Christmas is done, does Hudson still think Grandpa Seaquist was in charge of it?

Ally said...

Now that Christmas is done, does Hudson still think Grandpa Seaquist was in charge of it?