We had gone to dinner {somewhere} and on the way home, Hudson was whining. Again. He'd been out of sorts for a few weeks . . . we later discovered it was because he was cutting 2 molars at the same time which also explained the phantom 102* fever he ran with no other symptoms. But at the time all we knew was that he was clingy {to me} and whiny. All. Day. Long. We were more than a little tired of the incessant whining, and apparently Garrett was as well.
The car was dark and Hudson was whining when, from way back in the 3rd row, we hear:
"Hudson? Why don't you suck your fingers for a little bit."
Ha!
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