Today while I was on the phone upstairs I could hear an uproar coming from the kitchen. It was Hudson's mad whiney cry. I could tell he wasn't hurt and figured the boys would come up to tattle soon enough. Collin comes in my room and I ask him whats going on down there. He tells me Hudson's is mad because he wants a pickle. Collin had open the fridge to get a drink and Huddy saw the pickle jar. Hudson refuse to move so Collin could shut the refrigerator door and of course he got pushed out of the way. Poor baby was left to hang on the door handle wailing loudly for a pickle.
I can't fault the child I used to love pickles too. Pickles were my favorite snack growing up and I even was known to drink pickle juice straight from the jar. The love for pickles is in his genes and so is being a bit demanding. I saved the day and got him a pickle . Hudson sat happily and slowly savored every bite , he was smiling the whole time.
