I have no idea what Aiden is doing here... well, he is racing his car.... in circles and circles and circles... he had been going round and round, tripping over the same pillows for about 5 minutes before I picked up the camera. The table he is racing on was made by Alan's Dad... Alan had a table just like this one growing up and he said that he use to do the same thing. The long narrow part was the country roads and the wider shorter part was the highway. I don't know that Aiden's thinking was that technical but he sure enjoyed racing in circles.. with a few bits of silliness in between.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbcr5SbKwt0
Aiden found a small note pad the other night. He picked it up and started mumbling to himself for a few minutes... he then asked for something to write with so I got him a crayon. We were upstairs in my bedroom and he got up on the bed to talk to me. With the notepad in one hand and the crayon in the other... "mommy, what happened to the bath tub?". I had just poured cleaner in it and ran some water so I told him it was dirty so I had cleaned it. He looked at his notepad, scribbled something saying "cleaned it" and flipped the page. "Mommy, what happened to the potty?". I had not done anything to the potty so I said that I cleaned it also. He scribbled on the paper and said "cleaned it". Flipped the page "Mommy, what happened to the bath tub?". He had just asked this so I came up with something different "I took a bath". Scribbled and repeated "took a bath"... flipped page. "Mommy, what happened to the potty"...... you get the idea where this is going. We went through several pages of "what happened" with the potty and the bathtub. I decided to take him downstairs to interview Alan. He went into the exact same questions. Finally he switched to "Mommy, what happened to Patrick?" (character from Spongebob) and "Mommy, what happened to Spongebob?" We went back and fourth with these questions for a while. Alan and I were coming up with different answers and he scribbled the on his note pad. About half way through his "interview" I counted 37 pages that he had scribbled on. Some had been used twice.
I have no idea how many questions we were asked (or should I say how many times we were asked the same questions) but I get the feeling he got his investigative skills from his father!
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