So on our Labor Day trip I made careful note of the things that came out of the mouths of the two 3 year olds that were accompanying us. Hudson and Layne (my Cousin Mark’s little girl). 3 year olds are full time comedians if you ask me.
Hudson as he sat on the toilet in Jason’s Deli
“Hudson you need to put your clothes on because I don’t want to see your vagina”
Christina to Hudson as she herded him upstairs
“Hudson are you ready to go to bed?” to which Layne quickly stopped her with, “No, we are going to watch a movie like Rio. So don’t you be telling all these kids to go to bed”
My mom (and Calli. And me) would frequently call my Aunt’s dog a he. After every time, no matter how fast the reference was, Layne would say “It’s a she”
And one final one that didn’t happen at the lake house but is worth noting. Hudson was up at Wes’ office and had to go potty. Peggy, his secretary, took him into Wes and said “Uncle Wes, Hudson needs to go potty will you take him?” Of course Wes jumped at the opportunity to help his little nephew out and they ventured to the men’s room. Only Hudson pulled a little surprise on him when he got to the bathroom, pulled down his pants and said “Uncle Wes, I have to go poo-poo”. I’ll let you imagine Wes’ face on your own.
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