ever since aiden discovered i am a girl, every night at bed time he likes to re-go over this in one small way or another, based on what i am wearing, or some small event of the day, if i am wearing red, i am a red girl etc.. this was last nights conversation.

"mommy you are a black girl"
um yes, i am a girl, in black.
"mmm, i love my black girl!"
i love you too.
"i love you too, goofy!"



this morning aiden was trying to put on a pair of slipper socks i got him for christmas, they are long with leather soles, and you have to stretch them out to put them on (he wasn't succeding at getting the socks on i might add), i was making a cup of tea in the kitchen when he came in, stuck the socks on the kitchen counter and informed me..

"these are rubbish!"