"I'm A Gentleman...Okay, I'm Not"
What makes sense in the mind of an 8 year old, is always a treat. Aiden, like many kids, is missing that "filter" that stops you from saying something or doing something that might be embarrassing, rude or just plain silly. A classmate of Aiden and Cassidy is an adorable and fun little boy named Tyler. Tyler is adopted by two amazing people who I believe are the kindest people I've ever met. Well, a couple weeks ago we had a family activity day in preparation for the upcoming First Communion. Now I work 2 Sundays out of the whole year (during the beginning of Bridal Season) and of course... I work on this day. So after Mass I have grandma and grandpa attend this day with the twins. As they enter the room to begin the activity day, they take a seat with the twins and right in front of them are Tyler and his parents. Aiden, being the curious and tactless observer he is, just blurts out to Tyler...
"So, your adopted"
Thank you, Captain Obvious. Tyler's parents, God bless them, play right along and suggest that he isn't and looks just like his dad. Since they are different nationalities, this makes Aiden suggest the he obviously is because he looks nothing like his dad. (See? No filter.) Seeing there is no win situation to be found here, they admit that, yes, he is adopted. To which Captain Obvious replies...
"Where did you find him?"
The airport.
Nice.
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The house cleaning is always a struggle in this house. Rob and I both work full time+ and the kids are all in school all day, then activities before and after school every night of the week, literally, every night of the week someone has something going on. And many nights, like Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays there are multiple activities in one night. So finding time to clean is always the flight of the bumble bee situation and usually a fight to put someone in charge of something and have them actually follow through with it after homework and between activities. So last night as Jordan had a spark of energy and started cleaning the downstairs bathroom with vigor (Great job by the way Jordan!!) I decided that we would give each kid a room to be in charge of for the week. Someone for the living room upstairs, the living room downstairs, the bathroom downstairs, the bathroom upstairs, the kitchen, etc...etc... Aiden quickly grabbed the bathroom upstairs as his room of choice.
After returning home from Wrestling practice, Aiden headed into the bathroom and began his cleaning duties. I had to use the restroom and here is how it went...
Mom: "Aiden, I need to use the restroom"
Aiden: Okay, go ahead. (Without leaving.)
Mom: Can you step out for a moment.
Aiden: Go ahead and go mom, I'm gonna keep cleaning.
Mom: Yes but I need to use the restroom, so step out for just a moment.
Aiden: I can't! I have to clean the bathroom, its my job!!
Mom: Aiden, seriously I'm not going to be in here all night, just for a moment.
Aiden: Okay, I'll wait in here... (This is where he walks into the bathroom closet and shuts the door behind him.
Mom: What are you doing?
Aiden: (Muffled from inside the closet.)I'm letting you use the bathroom.
Mom: What are you doing in the closet?? (Insert your own joke here on that one)
Aiden: (Muffled)What? You need your privacy and I'm a gentleman.
Mom: Aiden just step out of the room for a moment.
Aiden: (Muffled)I'm okay in here Mom, I'm not scared of the dark, go ahead, I'll wait.
Mom: Fine. Stay in the closet then. (Again, insert joke.)
At this point he must have started shifting and moving because I started hearing random "Ouch!" and "Acck!" as well as the sound of hangers falling off the rod and against the door and floor of the bathroom closet.
Mom: Everything alright in there?
Aiden: (Muffled) Yeah..I'm..OUCH!...I'm good! Are you done yet?
Mom: Yep, I've been done for a little bit now...I'm just enjoying you hiding in the closet and fighting with the hangers....Mr. Gentleman
Aiden: (Emerging from the closet & loosely holding about 5 plastic hangers) Okay, maybe I'm not a gentleman. Those hangers attacked me!
Mom: Did you win?
Aiden: No.
"So, your adopted"
Thank you, Captain Obvious. Tyler's parents, God bless them, play right along and suggest that he isn't and looks just like his dad. Since they are different nationalities, this makes Aiden suggest the he obviously is because he looks nothing like his dad. (See? No filter.) Seeing there is no win situation to be found here, they admit that, yes, he is adopted. To which Captain Obvious replies...
"Where did you find him?"
The airport.
Nice.
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The house cleaning is always a struggle in this house. Rob and I both work full time+ and the kids are all in school all day, then activities before and after school every night of the week, literally, every night of the week someone has something going on. And many nights, like Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays there are multiple activities in one night. So finding time to clean is always the flight of the bumble bee situation and usually a fight to put someone in charge of something and have them actually follow through with it after homework and between activities. So last night as Jordan had a spark of energy and started cleaning the downstairs bathroom with vigor (Great job by the way Jordan!!) I decided that we would give each kid a room to be in charge of for the week. Someone for the living room upstairs, the living room downstairs, the bathroom downstairs, the bathroom upstairs, the kitchen, etc...etc... Aiden quickly grabbed the bathroom upstairs as his room of choice.
After returning home from Wrestling practice, Aiden headed into the bathroom and began his cleaning duties. I had to use the restroom and here is how it went...
Mom: "Aiden, I need to use the restroom"
Aiden: Okay, go ahead. (Without leaving.)
Mom: Can you step out for a moment.
Aiden: Go ahead and go mom, I'm gonna keep cleaning.
Mom: Yes but I need to use the restroom, so step out for just a moment.
Aiden: I can't! I have to clean the bathroom, its my job!!
Mom: Aiden, seriously I'm not going to be in here all night, just for a moment.
Aiden: Okay, I'll wait in here... (This is where he walks into the bathroom closet and shuts the door behind him.
Mom: What are you doing?
Aiden: (Muffled from inside the closet.)I'm letting you use the bathroom.
Mom: What are you doing in the closet?? (Insert your own joke here on that one)
Aiden: (Muffled)What? You need your privacy and I'm a gentleman.
Mom: Aiden just step out of the room for a moment.
Aiden: (Muffled)I'm okay in here Mom, I'm not scared of the dark, go ahead, I'll wait.
Mom: Fine. Stay in the closet then. (Again, insert joke.)
At this point he must have started shifting and moving because I started hearing random "Ouch!" and "Acck!" as well as the sound of hangers falling off the rod and against the door and floor of the bathroom closet.
Mom: Everything alright in there?
Aiden: (Muffled) Yeah..I'm..OUCH!...I'm good! Are you done yet?
Mom: Yep, I've been done for a little bit now...I'm just enjoying you hiding in the closet and fighting with the hangers....Mr. Gentleman
Aiden: (Emerging from the closet & loosely holding about 5 plastic hangers) Okay, maybe I'm not a gentleman. Those hangers attacked me!
Mom: Did you win?
Aiden: No.