This morning I woke up with a large red welt on my leg. Because of a recent trend of Hudson being scared of things at night (yes, last night he was "scared of his curtains") he was in my bed sharing my pillow when I woke. Not quite sure how Dan has perfected the art of creating a pillow barricade to force the children on my side entirely, but I must give him props. He's good. Very good.
So the bite...
Hudson watched carefully as I examined my leg. I smiled and playfully said, "I bet I got bit by a spider and will turn into Spider-man!"
He was quiet. Wheels turning.
"No, Mom. I hope you were bit by a dog."
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