We've been told many times that Aiden is a mini John. Just like his father in so many ways. Today was no exception.
This whole thing really began yesterday when I was attempting to put together a console table I had purchased at Fred Meyer. I was having some difficulty (IKEA they are not when it comes to uniform pieces and directions), so I enlisted Aiden's help with tools and directions. He must have had a great time. I say this because when I took a small dresser out of the boys' room with the plans of giving it to Goodwill, Aiden asked if he could get John's tools again and take the dresser apart. Sure, why not? He needs mental stimulation after he gets home from school and it kept him occupied for HOURS.
Fast forward to dinner. Aiden finishes his dinner, runs upstairs, and comes back down the stairs carrying a screwdriver. He then proceeds to attempt to "fix" the screws on our wall mounted curtain pullbacks. We discourage this and he heads straight for a light switch cover. We
really discouraged that one, explaining that he could get an electric shock. After a while, Aiden and Nathan head upstairs to get ready for bed while John and I put dinner away. A few minutes later we hear Nathan yell, "Aiden took off some light switch covers!!". This was the resulting conversation:
John: "Aiden, you were told that doing that was dangerous".
Aiden: "But I didn't get an electric shock!".
John: "I know that, because the lights didn't flash and we're not currently taking you to the hospital."
Aiden: "You know, my first hospital visit was before I was born. It was due to pregnancy. But not MY pregnancy. Boys tend to not get pregnant".
Oh my. Conversations with Aiden are always incredibly....interesting. So we learned a valuable lesson today: You tell Aiden that he can take one thing apart and suddenly he's dismantling the entire house. I don't have to wonder who he gets that from. (
Hint: Its John)