Hey Jude

So here's the third cutest boy in the whole world taking over a recent get-together at my place where he was the only male in attendance.

Tellin' stories. All beginning with, "Guess What?"

Some Jude-isms:

Nancy was giving us all massages and I came down the stairs with CRAZY MASSAGE hair. Jude had to hang out with me lookin' like that. He goes, "You know how you can fix your hair? Just brush it. Really quick."

And then I made us some salads and he didn't want mushrooms. He explained that he didn't trust mushrooms because anybody at the store could switch them with the poison kind of mushrooms and he didn't want to get poisoned. I said he was smart to be skeptical.

Then he said, "I know my mom would never poison me."

Later on we played Would You Rather?

He asked me if I would rather be a Burp or a Fart? Naturally I said a Burp, because then I only had to be in a mouth and not a butt. Then he asked me if I would rather work on a pottery wheel or sell Tupperware? I was like what? But thought the pottery wheel job sounded more interesting. And then he asked, would I rather be a billion human farts or a thousand elephant farts. I didn't know how to answer that one. I said a thousand elephant farts because I can't really count to a billion and that would feel horrible.