Another AidanismPosted: April 12, 2008
So Renee was going out last night — to see Michael Buble with some friends.
Aidan, Erin and I were outside, saying hello to Renee’s friend who was picking her up and then saying goodbye to both of them as they were off to the show.
Birds were chirping overhead as we were walking into the house, and without stopping or looking up or anything, Aidan says the following:
“Those birds are squeaky, Dad. They need oil.”
What else? I got nothin’.