It appears I have been successful in my quest.
As we were driving to Panera the other day Hudson began channeling his inner Jim Carey and started making the most annoying sound in the world. After about two straight minutes of “Wee-ooo wee-ooo wee-ooo…” I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hudson, that’s enough now.”
My pint-sized muscle also know as my daughter chimed in. “That’s enough, Hudson.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Kenzie!”
“That’s enough, Hudson! Hudson, that’s enough!”
“THAT’S ENOUGH, HUDSON!”
“Guys!” I yelled as we turned into the parking lot, “both of you knock it off!”
“Yeah, Kenzie” said Hudson “Stop or she might go crazy in the parking lot and break a car.”
And then there was silence. Apparently they mulled it over and the thought of me losing my mind and ramming a car was in the realm of possibility. Like I said, having your kids think you’re a little unstable is a good thing.