More Aidan Stuff

Ok, so the Patriots just won — barely. A win is a win though. Problem is, I’m wired. Can’t go to sleep when I’m wired. So, faithful readers, you reap the rewards.

It was a great few days — relaxing and somewhat productive on a couple of fronts. That’s always good.

I know, I know, I’m writing more about Aidan than Erin. But, here’s the thing. He can talk. She can’t. So, a lot of it is because of that. But, in order to keep it fair, there will be an Erin post tomorrow (Tuesday) since she has a doctor’s appointment today (Monday). I’ll fill you in on the goings on there.

So all Aidan wants to do is put up Christmas decorations. I’m stubborn, which means we won’t get our tree until the 8th or 9th. I always like it in that two-week out range. So, since we weren’t going to get a tree or decorate a tree, Renee decided to pull out a couple of things to satisfy him — one of them being his Fisher Price manger set.

He calls the manger “the big house” which is funny enough. But then I was helping him put it together and two things came up that he doesn’t realize are funny — but I was getting a joke out of it. Or, heck, maybe he realizes that what I said wasn’t funny — but rather just a simple play on words.

He put the baby and its parents in “the big house.” He then accidentally knocked it over and the three fell out.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” I said, apparently only cracking myself up.

 Then, there’s a horse (well, it’s a donkey, but he calls it a horse) that has a cart that can be attached. He decides to put the attachment in front instead of behind.

“Aidan, you’re putting the cart before the horse. Are you sure you want to do that?” Again, I’m the only one laughing here.

But, the best thing of the weekend is actually something he said. It goes like this:

When we got to my in-laws for dinner, Aidan’s great grandmother gave him a $10 bill with instructions to buy a present for himself and for Erin.

I was planning to take him out shopping, but we were first working on the concept of ‘splitting’ the money and that Nana had given them each $5 to spend on a toy. Even though there was one bill, it was really for both of them.

Before I could go to my wallet and get two fives out in exchange for the ten to help him understand it better, he takes off for the kitchen.

“Aidan, what are you doing? Where are you going?” I asked.

“To get the scissors, Daddy.”

“What for, bud, we don’t need those.”

“Yes, we do. Some for Erin, some for me. So I cut.”

That’s the moment I went to my wallet and we learned how five plus five is 10.

What else? I got nothin’. 

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