August 5, 2007

Saturday Morning

On Saturday morning, Aidan starts yelling for me to come let him out of his room at 7:15am. Yes, he's locked in there, so sue me - it's for his own good! I let him hollar off and on until about 7:50 and then I relented and came in there. I open the door, on his floor are all of his stuffed animals lined up in neat little rows, and he's singing to them. He stops singing, looks up at me sternly, and says in a pretty agitated tone, "I woked up dis morning, Mama. I got up. I got up a LONG time ago, Mama!" Well, pardon me for taking until almost 8am to jump to attention, Aidan! ~A
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