conversations with jude

November 9, 2012

"Hey kid, what do you want for breakfast?"

"A BURRITO!"

"How 'bout.... cereal?"

"CEREAL KILLS EAGLE BONES. NO CEREAL."



"Hurrrrrghhhh..."

"Why are you making that noise?"

"This pop tart is making me a zombie."



"Is it 'cool' for me to jump off the couch?"

"No."

"Is it 'cool' for me to lick your arm?"

"No."

"...Can I lick your arm though?"

"NO."

"Licking your arm now, JOKES ON YOU, FOOL."



Me, leaning in close to whisper goodnight in Jude's ear, "I love you."

Jude, hugging my neck and cupping his hands around my ear, "I don't knooooooooow."



"Can I have a hug? That makes my heart feel big."

"I hate your big heart."

"Okay. Uncool."

 "Robots make my heart feel big."



"Ugh, MOM, this is not my jam."

"...It's the radio, man, I can't control what jam this is."

"IT'S NOT MY JAM. BRING ME MY JAM."

"What IS your jam?!"

"SING ABOUT DANCING. NOW. YOU."



"Mom?"

"What's up bro?"

"When magic turns me into a cobra I won't hurt you."

"Thanks, that's nice."



"Hey, what kind of animals do you think might live in these woods?"

"Kangaroos."

"Uh, maybe. And?"

 "Popcorns."



"I'm thirsty, can I drink your water?"

"Sure, go for it."

"Ew, smells like poison. Nevermind."



"My body is going to heal my scrape and then turn into a squirrel."



"Goodnight Jude. Get some rest."

"Go downstairs and talk to Mom. Don't wake me up. Eat some chips."



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