Aiden is my five-year-old, and I'm pretty certain he's a genius. I don't necessarily mean the way every mother believes her child is a genius; his philosophies are just more inspiring than any living adult I know.
The World According to Aiden
“We thought there were otters living by Grammy’s dock, but they’re actually beibers. Those dang beibers cut down Grammy’s favorite tree and built a house in the lake.”
Me: I need to go to the copy store to fax some things.
Aiden: What is fax?
Me: It's sending papers through the telephone.
Aiden: *rolls eyes* I know that's not true.
“Ribs come from animals, right? And these are our ribs, right? *points to his ribs* So if someone cut out somebody else’s ribs I guess they could have ribs for lunch.”
Aiden: I remembered I can swim in the deep end without floaties. Wanna see?
Me: Of course I do.
Aiden: *swims several feet underwater along the wall and comes back up* Was it awesome?
Aiden just walked inside through the back French door. As he closed the door he peeked through it, showed me his chewed up Cheez-its in his mouth, and turned and walked away. Weirdo.
Aiden loves TRON. He loves it so much that sometimes he gets a little over zealous while playing and forgets to pay attention.
“If zombies were real I know how Legostick would run from them: the same way she runs from me.”
