Hudson has been seven for almost one month.

I don't have a good excuse. Let us just resume as normal.
We've had some impressive goings on here. Hudson has lost two entire teeth (his first). and he turned SEVEN.He was seven MONTHS old when I started the blog, and he is now seven entire YEARS old. I have yet to do his birthday interview, but here are a couple of sample conversations I have had with him recently:

(On our way from dropping Harper off at a birthday party held at a place named Sweet and Sassy, wherein the little girls get their nails painted and their hair braided and sprayed with glitter hairspray. Not, incidentally, Harper's preferred environs, as you might imagine. She put on a brave, lipglossed face because she loves the birthday girl.)

Hudson: "Why is that place called "Sweet and Sassy"? What does "sassy" even mean?"
Me: "Well, I think it means kind of cute and energetic and spunky?"
Hudson: "What if they had named it "Sweet and Zombie Apocalypse"?"
Me: "I think that would service an entirely different demographic."
Hudson: "I would have my party there."

Then today on our way home from our co-op, this:

Hudson: "Did slaves get paid?"
Me: "No, that is essentially what slavery is: being forced to work for no pay."
Hudson: "But did they ever ENJOY cooking?"
Me: "Well, even if they enjoyed their work, they still wanted to be paid a fair wage for what they were doing. Incidentally, slavery is not, unfortunately, just in the past. but we can talk about that more later."
(Fairly long silence) then
Hudson: "So, you cook for us every day. And you don't get paid. Are you a slave?"

I was fairly impressed that he was generous enough to consider  the food preparation that I do "cooking." Also I wondered if he is too young to see "Twelve Years a Slave." Then I realize that I am likely too young to see " Twelve Years a Slave" considering I still have not fully recovered from watching Ferris Bueller whip Denzel Washington in "Glory" which I saw circa 1990.

Anyway, he is a delight, that boy. He is slow as a tortoise if I want him to hurry. He is extremely fast when he is running or zipping around on his bike and scooter. He wishes he never had to brush his teeth. He loves Mustangs very much and he lobs questions like, "Okay, which one is faster, a Mustang Shelby Cobra GT500, or a Lamborghini?" at me several times during every single car ride. I usually answer, "I don't know, but that would be a fun race to watch!" To which he responds, "I need you to look that up for me on your iPad the minute we get home. I want a real answer." I am back on the blog wagon now. More to come.