A Few Words From Aidan

I wrote a post a while back featuring crazy things my son has said. He's had a couple of doozies since then, and I thought I'd share one in particular. Maybe I'll make this a series. I'll call it "A Few Words from Aidan."

I love Valentine's Day, and if Trevor didn't mind our whole house would be decked out in cheap dollar store decorations. But I'll have to settle for a heart on our front door. Not just any heart, mind you. It's made up of that weird metallic-plastic stuff... you know... like someone cut it out of the inside of a potato chip bag. It's shiny and fluffy and pretty fantastic.

When we came home from grocery shopping yesterday, the heart was lying dejectedly on the front porch, fallen from it's perch. (It's my fault, really. I can't figure out how to hang anything on our door, so I loosened the bottom screw on our house number and used that as a hook. If you close the door a wee bit too hard it comes tumbling down. Not the most trusty of hanging methods.)

Aidan was horrified at the sight and wanted answers.

"No!! The heart was knocked over!! Who did it?"

Thinking he wanted an answer I started, "Well, honey..."

Only to be interrupted by a quick, "The birds did it. I bet they did." (We have a lot of Ravens in our town during the winter. They are everywhere. Makes me think of Poe.)

My little conspiracy theorist continued: "The birds did it because they hate valentine's day. But they like other holidays, like Christmas and birthdays. They just hate valentine's day."

I'm picturing these vindictive birds flying wantonly around town wreaking havoc on the unsuspecting populace's valentine's decorations. Very Poe-esque, indeed.