OK, when I was little, we used to eat these things called "fudge-o's" - they are frozen fudge bars, but I don't think they're called that anymore (consumers are way too smart nowadays to buy a frozen edible treat that sounds like an accident that happens in your pants). ANYWAY, I bought a box of them at the store the other day and not surprisingly, the boys love them. So I taught them to run around saying, "fudge-o" in a high-pitched voice and it's hilarious. Well, Jude doesn't understand that if you set your fudge-o down on the carpet, it's going to melt and make a huge mess (and that's just what he did). I took his froze treat away and he threw a fit, rolling around on the ground shouting, "Fudge-oooooooo," "Fudge-ooooooooo." It was cracking us up so bad (does that make me a bad mom?) because he had fudge-o all over his face and his hair was all crazy, and well, I guess you just had to be there (at least you might be able to understand by seeing ths photo).






