This morning while I was getting dressed I could hear that Jude was already awake in his room. A cough here, a stirring there... followed by intelligible shouting out the window. After I had brushed some of that shiny powdery Clinique nonsense all over my face (thanks babe!) I went in to get him.
"MAMA! Goo Mornin'!"
...and then I died.
This talking stuff is the tits.