When I was a kid I smiled. A lot. I was so busy smiling, I couldn’t be bothered to close my mouth and swallow saliva like a normal person. So I would drool like a bulldog from the jowls. I would come home from preschool and my shirt would be soaked with my own spit.
Yup. I was that gross.
My mother decided I was too old to wear a bib everywhere. So she would fashion a bandana around my neck and send me off with a few dry extras. My poor teacher was charged with switching them out throughout the day.
This story has always been a family favorite. So much so, that for my baby shower, my mom gifted me a dozen bandanas in all different colors. I washed them and packed them away but never had a need for them.
Turns out, Hudson loves to smile. Smiling is his favorite.
With love from Detroit,