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Hudson

Mom: Guess what, birthday boy! ????

Anna: Oh no. What now?

Dad: We’re coming to visit you for your birthday!

Mom: Flights are booked, bags are almost packed.

Anna: “Almost packed”?? Mom, we’re staying for, like, ten seconds.

Mom: It’s called being prepared, Anna. Not that your brother will read this.

Dad: He’s probably asleep. Needs his beauty rest.

Anna: Extra beauty sleep. Lord knows he needs it.

Mom: Be nice, Anna.

Anna: I am being nice. I didn’t even mention his hair.

Mom: Leave his hair alone.

Anna: I can’t. It looks like a bird rolled around in it.

Dad: That’s a sign of character.

Anna: Sure, Dad. Character.

Mom: Has anyone heard from Hudson? He’s been suspiciously quiet.

Anna: He’s either napping or pretending not to see this so he can act surprised later.

Dad: Or he’s eating. That boy’s appetite is a sport of its own.

Mom: True. Hockey burns a lot of calories.

Anna: So does sleeping.

Mom: Hudson, are you alive?

Anna: Are you being held against your will?

Anna: Do you guys think we’ll get a ransom note?