Are You There God? It's Me.....Aiden

Most days Aiden will say at least one thing that leaves me either laughing hysterically or scratching my head.  He has been on quite a roll these past few weeks.

Exhibit A:  We were playing in the floor and all the sudden he lets out a deep sigh and puts his head in his hands.  I say, "What's wrong, Aiden?".   He replies, "Mama, I been workin' a lot of years and I'm really getting tired."  Poor guy.  He's going to be worn smooth out by the time he's 9.

Exhibit B:  The very next day, we are rushing around trying to get out the door for school.  Just when I think I've got them heading to the car, Aiden stops and sits down on the stairs, again with his head in his hands and lets out a deep sigh.  "What's wrong, buddy?", I say.  He replies, "Mama, all this playin' and huggin' on bubba (Miller) is really wearing me out." 

Exhibit C:  Last week, Aiden got in trouble and I told him he couldn't go outside to play with all the kids on the street.  This was apparently cruel and unusual punishment because I have never seen him so upset or work so hard to get around something.  He starts trying everything he can to persuade me to let him go outside, but I am sticking to my guns.  He is begging, pleading, promising, getting angry, pouting, pouring on the charm, loving on me--EVERYTHING.  Finally, he relents.....or so I thought.  A few minutes later, he comes back to me and says, "Mama, Jesus told me that it's ok if I go outside and play."  "Oh really?" I replied.  "Yes, He came and told me that it was ok."  I said, "Well, Jesus also says that you should mind your mommy and daddy," I told him.  He thought for a few seconds and then says, "No....he didn't tell me that, He just said that I could go out and play."  Oh my.  What am I going to do with this kid?  He is too smart for his own good--especially when he's trying to get something he wants.  And all this time I had no idea my son had Jesus on speed dial for when he is being punished! 

Exhibit D:  He also does things that make me laugh.  For example, I sent him upstairs to put on his shoes so we could leave the house. He was up there for a while and when he came down, I saw that he had changed his entire outfit--head to toe--and decided that this was what he needed to wear to the grocery store:

 

Super Hero Cowboy?

I hope everyone has a happy weekend!

much love,

Gina