Naked dogs, space ambulances & painting with saxophones

[misslynx]

It's been a while since I posted an Aidan cuteness report. So here are a few of the latest gems...

1. When I picked him up today, I had Kiska with me, and when we got back to my building, I took her harness and leash off as I usually do. As she bounded up the stairs, Aidan exclaimed happily "Kiska's free!" and then, a moment later, he added with a giggle: "Kiska's naked!"
   
   Er... for a given value of naked, I suppose. Not sure why her harness constitutes clothing and her collar doesn't, but I was too busy laughing to try and figure out the logic.
   
   
2. And speaking of Kiska, here's one from earlier in the fall that I don't think I got around to posting at the time. We (me and Aidan and Kiska) were at the park, and Aidan had picked up a chunk of wood that he solemnly informed me was a spaceship. I asked him where it was going to fly to. "To the stars!" he exclaimed happily.
   
   "Really?" I asked. "What's it going to find out there?"
   
   He thought for a minute, and then added, in a tone that suggested he was explaining to a slow learner, "Stars!"
   
   "Does anything live out there? Will it find anything out among the stars, or on other planets?"
   
   He pondered this for a while, with a look of great concentration, and then his face lit up with a huge smile, and he shouted out "Cars an' bikes an' amb'lances an' fire trucks an' KISKAS!!!!"
   
   
3. Twice now, when I've been trying to get him dressed to go outside and he's been resisting - particularly having his boots put on -- I've tried to tell him that he needs them on before going outside or his feet will freeze, and in response he's wailed "But I WANT my feet to freeze!"
   
   
4. I thought I'd posted this one, but I just looked back through my recent entries and didn't spot it, so maybe I just told a few people: a while back, my dad happened to call when Aidan was here, and when Aidan found out it was "Granddad" on the phone, he wanted to talk to him. So I held out the phone to Aidan as I usually do when he's going to talk to someone, since he can't always be relied on to hold it in the right position to be audible if he holds it himself. But after a moment, he took the phone and pushed my hand away, saying in exactly the same patient-but-annoyed tone that adults often tend to use with toddlers who are doing something annoying: "Muime* can let go of the phone now. Aidan is trying to answer Granddad!"
   
   
5. One of the books he's been enjoying lately is Angela's Airplane, by Robert Munsch. On the first page, it tells how the title character went to an airport with her father, but "something terrible happened - Angela's father got lost." So tonight, when he climbed into my lap to have me read that book to him, as soon as I opened it and before I'd even started reading, he cried out gleefully "Somethin' terr'ble happens!" He sounded so happy about that...
   
   
6. Last but not least, earlier this evening he unplugged the power adapter from my old laptop and pointed at the screen, moving it around slowly with a look of great concentration, as if tracing a pattern. When I asked what he was doing, he said "I'm spraying paint. With a saxophone."
   
   I know where the spraying paint part came from - I had to explain to him what an airbrush was, because one of the library books I currently have out for him shows someone using one. And he got to see a saxophone at Ellington's last week. But how the two merged into one, I am not sure. It made for a pretty interesting visual in my mind, though.
   

Anyway, I think that's enough for now...

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* Pronounced "mwee-va", it's an Old Irish word for foster mother, and it's what we decided to have Aidan call me to get around the two-moms terminology issue. Anyone who regularly reads my LJ knows that, but I figured I'd explain it in case anyone was new.