Just when I'm running low on blog fodder Aidan comes to the rescue.
On the way to Nebraska he was rattling on in the back seat about how many days and nights were are going to be spending here and what we were gonna be doing each day. Rattling on really isn't the correct term, it was actually more like declaring our itinerary like it was etched in stone. He's kind of a control freak that way. I apparently wasn't taking him seriously enough because when we stopped at a stoplight I hear this...
Mama, you aren't listening to me. I'm trying to tell you how long we're staying here! It's a stoplight, turn around and look at me!
I slowly turn around to look back there - ya know, for kind of a dramatic effect?
Excuse me? Who do you think you're talking to like that?
You! Now look, we are staying this day, this day, this day, this day and we're leaving this day. *touching each of his fingers in a very authorative fashion* Right here! We're leaving on my thumb. You got that, Mama?
I couldn't make this shit up. This is my life.