I had my suspicions that he was up to no good, when things got a little too quiet while I was taking a shower...
when I got out of the bathroom...I walked into the loft to see EVERY SINGLE BOOK of Hudson's in a pile on the floor. There wasn't one book left on his shelf. We're talking maybe 60-70 books. He was quite satisfied with his work. He enjoys being a stinker.
We went Sugaring-Off on the weekend. It was something I did every year in elementary school. Something I always LOVED. Hudson loves taffy on snow as much as I do. We shared one stick, and he hogged it! He'd give me a one second lick, and then chant that it was "Hudson's turn! Hudson's turn! Hudson's turn!"...and then keep it protectively in his mouth until I was chanting "Mommy's turn! Mommy's turn! Mommy's turn!". Yes I'm mature like that.
There's nothing like eating a plate full of food that you smother in real maple syrup.