I wasn’t quite sure what he’d said. Something about tic-tac-toe, so I asked him to repeat himself.
“Boys eat tic-tac-toes so they smell good and girls like them.”
Hmmmmm. No clue. Then a light went off.
“Oh, Bud, do you mean tic tacs?” I asked.
“Yeah! I’m eating tic tacs so I smell good, then a girl will like me and we’ll get married.”
It took everything in me to not smile, I had to bite the inside of my cheek very hard. “Are you trying to get married already?”
“Yeah, I wanna get married.”
“Oh, ok. Do you know who you’re going to marry?” I couldn’t believe this conversation was happening. But then again, this was the same kid who yelled at his sister to move so he could watch the kissing scene in Night at the Museum, Battle of the Smithsonian. I kid you not.
“Mama! I don’t know who!”
Well, duh, I should’ve known that. “Well, is she nice?” I wondered. “Does she love Jesus?”
“I hope her does,” was Hudson’s response. Then he continued, “But I don’t wanna kiss her.”
Well, this was a nice surprise. Considering. “Really, Bud? But married people kiss.”
He paused. “Well, I’ll just cover my eyes when it comes to the kissing part at the wedding.” Then just like that the conversation turned to back to baseball and bad guys.
Oh, I’m in trouble, my friends. Big trouble.