1.
Aiden: Mommy, I don't feel good.
Me: Where do you feel bad, sweetie?
Aiden: In my house.
2.
{I took Aiden on our first "date" to the movies yesterday-"Hotel for Dogs" is a great kids flick, btw. I must be super hormonal because I was totally tearing up despite the cheesiness oozing from the screen in the end}
Our scene unfolds with Aiden and myself pulling up to the theatre in our car.
Aiden: {looking at the building} Mommy, is this a date?
Me: Yes, baby, this is a date.
Aiden: {Eyes widening, pointing at the building} This is a big date!
3.
{Extremely large woman walks by, donning some super tight pants. Preface: I never point out physical differences to my son. But I notice him watching, so I decided to comment on her hair.}
Me: She has really long hair, doesn't she, Aiden?
Aiden: Yes. And a fat booty, too! {WHAT???}
Me: {outright laughter mixed with tears...not too beneficial for the teaching factor of keeping our thoughts to ourselves.}
Aiden: Mommy?
Me: Yes?
Aiden: You have a skinny booty.
----OH from the mouths of BABES!---
Speaking of skinny: not for long. I am officially a walking stereotype as I just sent Jamin out of the house at 9.30 p.m. to retrieve a fabulous cellulite promising assortment of Swiss Cake Rolls and Twinkies. Yeah...when those cream fillings call, they really do tend to beckon.