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.
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.