It usually doesn't occur to me to post something unless I have some new pictures to share. I have had some recent conversations with my 4 year old, however, that are almost as good as pictures. I can't always explain them, but they definitely always make me laugh. So, as Aidan is fond of saying, "Enjoy!"
1. It's Always Something
Aidan and Mommy are building pirate legos. This is an activity confined to the dining room table because otherwise the 2 year old will ensure that some of the most vitally important tiny pieces will end up down the heating vents.
Mommy: Keep the legos on the table, Aidan. Any legos that hit the floor will belong to me, understand?
Aidan: grumbles under his breath
Mommy: Aidan? Do you understand? Don't drop the legos on the floor or I will take them away.
Aidan: Vacant stare
Mommy: Aidan? Did you hear me?
Aidan: It's always something!
2. Welcome to India
Rodger had surgery 2 weeks ago and spent one night over after his procedure. That night the kids and I made some get well cards for him. Since Aidan is able to write all his letters, he usually tells me what he wants to say and I spell it out for him.
Mommy: What do you want to say to Daddy in his card?
Aidan: I don't know.
Mommy: You could say, 'Feel better soon, Daddy.' Or 'Don't forget to take your medicine.'
Aidan: Or.... I could say 'Welcome to India!'
3. Krispy Kreme
Every mom has those little games they play with their kids. Like every night before bed, Aidan and I play "I love you more." Usually corresponding to Aidan's favorite things. I love you more than purple popsicles. I love you more than sleeping in the tent. I love you more than going bowling... you get the idea. And he's good, too. He always comes up with new ones that surprise me. Another one of our games started with me calling him a nut. He will say something goofy --salami, salami, bologna (see popeye for explanation) or surprising or hilarious (I personally think he has quite a precocious wit and appreciation of humor) and I will call him a nut. Usually we just keep going until we've listed all the nuts we can think of. The last time; however, he got me.
Mommy: You are a nut!! What kind of nut are you?
Aidan: I'm a pine nut!
Mommy: Are you sure? You look like a walnut to me.
Aidan: No!! I'm a peanut.
Mommy: Really?? You might be a macadamia nut.
Aidan: No!!
Mommy: Brazil nut?
Aidan: No!!
Mommy: What are you then, a cashew?
Aidan: No! I'm a Donut!!
4. You better watch out!
This is the first year that Aidan really seems to know who Santa is, and he talks about him all the time. Clearly we still have some gaps to fill; however, because he did ask me what an elf was and had never heard of Rudolph. But I digress.
Aidan: Miss Stephanie says that Santa is always watching us to see if we be good or if we be bad. (I'm sure that is like fingernails on a chalkboard for his former-teacher grandmother... sorry!)
Mommy: That's true. Do you know what happens if Santa sees you being good?
Aidan: I get lots of presents!
Mommy: Something like that, yes. And what happens if Santa sees you being bad?
Aidan: I only get one present (fake pouts).
Mommy: No, you get a lump of coal. Do you know what coal is?
Aidan: No
Mommy: Coal is like a rock. A black rock.
Aidan: Oooohhh!! Black is my FAVORITE color!!!
5. If you can't say something nice...
Last, but not least, I hope this never happens to any of you. You would think the son of an obstetrician would know better-- or at least be more accurate! Last week Aidan and I were in an elevator going to a doctor's appointment at children's hospital. We get on and he pushes the button for our floor. Then another girl gets on and she lets him push the button for her floor. In his excitement, he turned to smile at her, and.... well, let's just say she hadn't been using her ab-master recently. She had a little bit of a gut hanging over her jeans. And my son proudly announced to her: You have a baby in your belly! Pregnant pause... She was very nice about it. She just looked at him and said: No, not yet. I wanted to melt into the back wall of the elevator. Fortunately we only had to ride 2 floors with her before she got off. She probably went straight to the gym, poor thing. Nothing like the blunt honesty of a 4 year old to get you motivated.
That's my nut! Drilling a hole in his own safety goggles.
Course, his sister's not much better off
Forget the 3 pairs of sunglasses she has; she'd rather wear Mr. Potato Head's glasses
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