Sacrifical Rabbit

Yesterday morning, there was a rabbit in our front yard that Hudson spied out of his bathroom window while brushing his teeth. He yelled for me to come see it, and we talked a little about the rabbit -- it's size (it was fat!!), what it was doing etc. Always looking for teaching moments! The rabbit and Hudson made eye contact, and I think had a little mental telepathy-thing going on. Hudson was fascinated!

A few minutes later when we were getting in the van to go to school, he told me he wanted to go see the bunny. It was still there, but it hopped away as Hudson hopped toward it. He got in the van, and the following conversation took place ...

H: Mom, I think you need to discuss (big word!) with daddy us getting a bunny.
Me: Really?
H: Yes. I think we need one to keep at our house.
Me: Okay, but I don't think daddy is going to like that idea.
(we're now at the front of our subdivision where we can see a rabbit in a hutch at the house across the road)
H: I can see their bunny in its house!
Me: Yep, it's a bunny kind of day.
H: Of course, if we got a bunny, we'd have to SACRIFICE it.
Me: (not really believing what I just heard) What? Sacrifice it?
H: Yeah, you know, kill it.
Me: I know what it means, but why would you want to do that to a rabbit?
H: 'Cause that's what you do to rabbits ... you sacrifice them.
Me: What ever gave you that idea?
H: That song that daddy sings.
My mind is racing at this moment trying to put the pieces to this puzzle together. Going out on a limb I say ...
Me: Is it this song, (doing my best Elmer Fudd)"Kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit ..."?
H: Yes! That's the song!

I was laughing so hard and still get cracked up when I think of this!

My Favorite Flower

Yesterday was a pretty day, and Hudson's class got to go on the playground during school. Last night, Hudson had a t-ball game and he came up to me before the game and asked where I'd put his jeans he wore to school. I told him they were in the den where he had changed into his ball clothes. Good, he said, because he had picked me a dandelion on the playground and had put it in his pocket to bring home. Sweetness.

When we get home from the game, he goes to his pants and starts looking in all the pockets for this forgotten flower. It's not there. He starts to stress, so Randy goes to help him look for it. Still no sign of the flower. He turns to me and has tears welling up in his eyes ... I'm sorry, Momma. I had you a flower and I must have lost it. Full-blown crying sets in. I hold him in my arms and whisper to him how special he is and how good I feel knowing that he tried to bring me a flower. I thank him again for all the flowers he's brought me in the past (he loves to give flowers - picked or purchased). He sunk his head further into my neck, his face hot and wet from his sadness. Randy suggests that he can pick one just like it in our yard the next day. Nope, this won't do. Hudson declares that he wants to go out in our yard right then to get the replacement.

So, out they go -- Randy with his head-lamp on (it's after 8:00 at this point); Hudson wearing PJs and house shoes. They're gone. And gone. It's now been 15 minutes or so. I'm thinking they jumped in Randy's car and drove to the grocery to buy a bouquet. At about 20 minutes, the pair comes in the back door ... dandelion bud held tight in a five-year-old fist. Look Mom - we found one! He hugs my neck, and I fuss over this flower as if it were the bouquet handed to Miss America. I find a little bowl to float in it, and Hudson goes off to bed ... bouncing all the way, proud of his accomplishment.

I asked Randy what took so long. Apparently, our yard didn't have any that they could find (he had just mowed on Monday), so they had to keep going yard to yard to finally find one at an empty house half-way across the subdivision. Randy said Hudson was determined to come home with a flower - and it had to be just like the one picked earlier in the day.

What love. What beautiful love. It was about this time 6 years ago that we finished up our last round of infertility treatments ... all with negative results. In May of that year, God blessed us with the conception of our now almost-ready-for-Kindergarten boy ... who loves me so much. Thank you, Lord, for showing yourself to me though the blessing of little Hudson. I pray that he continues to have a heart for giving and loving others.

This morning, the bud had opened up into a full, yellow pom of beauty. I think the dandelion is now my favorite flower ... might just grow a yard full of them. You never know when one will be needed in the middle of the night!

Stains

Conversation at breakfast recently right after I saw (out of the corner of my eye) Hudson spill OJ on himself ...

H: Mom, does orange juice have stains in it?
Me: Sometimes. It depends on the fabric.
H: Okay.
Me: Why? Did you spill some on your pants?
H: No . . .
(I look at him with my 'mom look' with one eyebrow raised thinking he's not telling the truth)
H: (big smile here) . . . I spilled it on my shirt!

Heavenly Hot Dogs

Hudson had a hotdog with his lunch today. Being the silly family that we are, we always chuckle when people refer to hotdogs as anything other ... like a frank or wiener. That's what got this conversation started ...

H: (with a mouth full of food) Time for a bite of this wiener.
Me: It's a hot dog, and I'm glad you're eating a good lunch.
H: Yep, my lunch is good, but I think they called them 'weieners' back in Jesus' time.
Me: They didn't have hot dogs in Jesus' time that we know of.
H: Aw, fooey. (looking sad)
Me: What's wrong?
H: (pointed up toward the ceiling)
Me: Are you pointing to heaven?
H: Yes.
Me: You were hoping Jesus has hot dogs in heaven?
H: Yes, so I can eat them there, too.
Me: Sweet boy, there will be wonderful foods in heaven -- including hot dogs -- and you can eat nuts and wheat there, no allergies! God's table will be full of yummy things for you to eat.
H: Yay!! Hot dogs in heaven!!