Like mother like son

   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. 

Until now. 

Turns out, Hudson loves to smile. Smiling is his favorite.

With love from Detroit,


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  • Jean Little
    October 13, 2015

    O he is so cute!!!

    • Callie
      October 13, 2015

      Thanks Jean. I 100% agree!

  • Teresa Jacobson
    October 14, 2015

    That’s what makes him so special!

    • Callie
      October 14, 2015

      I agree. I love that sweet, and sometimes slimy, smile.

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