Aiden at his finest

We're in the car and Aiden tells me that there is a bird falling out of the sky. Of course I explain that the bird is not falling, it's just flying towards the trees. He thinks about this and then says "if uncle Troy shot it, it would be falling" Oy.
Um, yes but he didn't, it's just flying.
A: Sometimes it's squirrel season and uncle Troy shoots them.
M: Well, that's not very nice, you shouldn't shoot animals
A: Well, it's squirrel season
M: It's still not nice
A: It's nice for him.

...how do you argue with that??...

On Friday Aiden wakes up and says his ear hurts. We head off to the very busy Dr office b/c apparently everyone and their brother is sick right now. We waited for almost an hour, but I wasn't complaining, they were triple booked and still got us in, cheaper then stat care!
Yep, another ear infection. Time to see an ENT. Guess I should pay off that bill from when Ian saw the ENT to have his tongue clipped? Yea, that might be a good idea before going back.

After the appointment we head over to Rite Aid to get his meds. Of course our insurance company has his birthday wrong, so it's always an ordeal to get Rx's filled. As we're waiting a larger woman goes up to, again, the very busy counter. She's leaning forward and her phone rings. Aiden starts to do his little dance (poor kid has his fathers skills, I just know it) and glances up. He looks at me and says "Mommy, that's a big bootie".

Here I am, wondering if I can fit under the tiny little table covered in pamphlets until everyone has left.

I explain that we don't say things like that, it's rude...he, of course, just gives me this look like 'but, I'm not lying, it's a big bootie' (and he was right...but STILL)

She didn't hear him, but I am certain the 12 other people standing around did.

Thank goodness they figured out our insurance and we got out of there.