hudson is starting to make little sentences. this morning he was crying on the couch after being removed from the breakfast table and scolded for dumping his food and throwing his spoon. adda came from another room when she heard him and said "it's ok. don't you cry little buddy. what's a matter with hudsy"? in a big sob he said "mummy not nice". satisfied with his answer, she disappeared, returning moments later to offer him his blanket. "it's ok, mommy not mad at you little buddy. you need stop bein messy lil boy and mommy'll love you again, pick you up and sing you song".