Another Aiden Moment

We had a bit of a melt down this morning. Let me start at the beginning.

Last week I was going through Aiden's back pack and found a birthday party invite. I looked at it and it was for a little boy in his class. I've talked to this boys mom a few times and I think we'd get a long great...so I ask Aiden if he wants to go. (Because let's be honest, if I didn't want to go...I wouldn't have even asked) He, of course, says yes. After all, birthday parties mean cake, friends and toys.

Fast forward to yesterday, the day before the party. Guess what? Mommy never RSVP'd for the party! Now, if it had been a close friend or family member, no biggie. I'd call and tell them I'm an ass but yes, we are coming. For someone we barely know? Nope, can't do that. I know what goes in to planning these parties...planning the food and the goodie bags and making sure everything is set to go. The last thing you want is some asshole calling the day before and saying "oh by the way, my rugrat and I will be there after all" and messing everything up.

I explained to Aiden that I didn't think we'd be able to go when he asked about it yesterday. He didn't make a huge deal out of it.

Until this morning. At 9am he starts asking about the party. Over and Over and Over again. I'm feeling about *this* big. I tried explaining why we can't just show up and that we don't have a gift...and that the party starts in an hour and there is no way we'll have time to get ready and get a gift, even if I would show up unexpected.

I'm sitting with Aiden on my lap, explaining that he's not in trouble and that we'll do something else...we have the Spring Festival at 2 today and we can call his mommy and plan a playdate sometime soon. It's going well. And then there is this:

M: Sweetie I will talk to his mommy tonight if they're at the festival
A: not paying attention, poking at my belly You have a squishy belly laughing in delight
M: Um, yes. Anyway, we'll set something up with his mommy...
A: His mommy has a squishy belly too more laughing
M: Aiden, that's not nice, you shouldn't comment on people squishy bellies.
A: But mommy, I've seen her...her belly is squishy too!
M: Really Aiden, it's not polite to say things like that. It's okay to have a squishy belly
A: Cracking up You have a squishy belly and daddy has stinky breath!

Yea, nothing like your 6 year old playing on your insecurities. Lovely

And...the birthday party has been forgotten in another fit of laughter!