Cuz I don't think he'll like it when he's 17 years old. Actually he doesn't even like it now.
Snippets of my life in short conversations:
Hudson: Mommy, your armpicks (armpits) are scratchy (stubbly). (after tickling them)
Me: They are?
Hudson: Like Daddy face.
Me: Oh, thanks for telling me...I'll shave them then.
Hudson: Romy's armpicks are not scratchy.
Romy: Bosco doesn't know how to walk at "Heel" (she's been walking him for the past couple of days while he's staying with us)
Me: No, no he doesn't. That's the biggest understatement ever.
(Bosco is 6 years old, walks with a harness that is supposed to discourage pulling, and he still walks like his sole purpose is to dislocate your arm from it's socket. You can not look anything but spazzy walking this dog).
Me: Hudson what do you want to eat for breakfast? Cereal? Yogurt? Toast?
Hudson: I want bap (rice), keem (seaweed), and kimchi.
He's going to be in serious trouble when we leave my parent's place and return to our own home where I guarantee there will never be bap, keem, and kimchi at 7 o'clock in the morning. He knows he can eat those things "on demand" here.
Hudson: Did Bosco come from your tummy like me?