aiden: *sighs* everybody hates me.
me: why do you think everyone hates you?
aiden: because im not allowed to do anything..
me: except play with your toys or watch tv?
aiden: *sighs* yeah.



life is tough lol

aiden got his hair cut yesterday to get him ready for the new school year, we didnt go to shear madness, im still mad at them for messing up bella's first hair cut.. we went to supercuts instead..
after getting a great new haircut, and he does look really great.. he recieved a lollipop for being so good.. he chose grape.. as we are getting into the car aiden says:
This Tastes like Allergies!
me: *huge smile and giggles*.. you mean it tastes like your allergy medicine?
aiden: yeah, it tastes like allergies
me: your allergy medicine is grape flavored, and that lollipop is grape flavored.
aiden: no, it just tastes like allergies....

aiden is sat at the counter, throwing a temper tantrum because i set the timer while he eats.. since he never eats a meal in a timely way.
aiden: (squealing and bouncing up and down in his chair)
me: is that good manners?
aiden: no
me: then why are you doing it?
aiden: because im mad that you set the timer..
me: and why did i set the timer?
aiden: because i dont eat.
me: and why dont you eat?
aiden: because im a kid.
me: fair enough.

over the past few days aiden and I have ended up with different conversations about food..
on Tuesday I was over at my my mothers, we had filled up the little kiddie pool, and aiden and i were playing restaurant with it, he would dip his fingers in the pool, or use the floating rings in it to pretend they were some sort of kitchen..
aiden: ok mommy, what do you want to eat next! ( he was pretending the floatie ring was a giant donut, and he had already been bringing me coffee and donuts, we were now moving on to the main menu)
me: bbq pulled pork, baked beans, coleslaw, and corn bread!
aiden: coming right up!... here ya go! ( i eat pretend food)
aiden: what would you like next!
me: turkey, stuffing, mashed potato's and gravy...(aiden serves me pretend food, i eat it)
aiden: ok mommy what do you want now?
me: i think i will move on to the desert menu now chef aiden!  I want Apple pie, pumpkin pie, lemon pie, key lime pie, rhubarb pie, and chocolate cake!
(aiden pretends to bring me a giant platter of desert.. i eat said platter)
aiden: ok now what..
me: i think i need a little time to digest all that.
aiden: you don't need more time.. what next, ( he stands at the pool, looking at me, floatie ring in hand.)
me: I'll have, steak and mushroom pie.. (this is where he cuts me off)
aiden: WHAT!! you don't want desert?!
me: i already had deserts.
aiden: *exasperated sigh* Ugh, i don't think you are hungry any more!
(walks away from pool)

did i mention, aiden HATES mushrooms.. hahahaha


ok, so i am making dinner yesterday, aiden is trying to recite off a list of snacks he is wanting right then and there..
me: aiden i am making dinner, i want you to eat your dinner, not snacks.
aiden: what are you making for dinner?
me: i am making beef wellington.
aiden: Ewww, i dont want beef wellington! its gross!
me: aiden, beef wellington is one of your daddy's favorite dishes, it comes from England, and you were born in England, Beef Wellington is delicious.
aiden: I am not from England, i do not like beef wellington, i like cheese pizza, and cheeseburgers!
me: well you are definitely American there...

look over at counter, aiden is not in his chair, not eating his breakfast.
me: Aiden, what are you doing?
Aiden: (from bathroom) I had the massive poops!
ahh good times, good times!

on the way home from aidens school this morning
me: what do you want for lunch today?
aiden: oh i dont know.
me: you want hotdogs?
aiden: yeah , i want to eat it on my tray, i broke it, but only a little
me: you broke it?
aiden: yeah i stepped on it, but its ok.
me: ahh so you only broke a part of it.
aiden: whats a part?
me: a part means, it is just a piece of something, like the bottom of your shoe is just a part of the shoe, the tongue of the shoe is just a part of the shoe, and the strap is a part too..
aiden: parts are really irritating.

would like to add last nights hilarity
aiden is not eating his dinner
me: aiden if you don't eat your dinner, i might have to bite your bum! (this of course is meant to be a joke)
aiden: Nooo! don't bite my bum or the blood will come out!
both robin and i burst into histerical laughter..
aiden storms off, saying its not funny! don't laugh at me!

we tried to tell him we weren't laughing at him, that he just said something funny.. i don't think he was buying it.