Daddy get me...

One of the best surprises little boys love to get is *anything* that daddy brings home after a day at work. A candy, an old toy from under the car-seat, a packet of biscuits... you get it.. anything.
Aiden has his eyes on something called 'crashing-car'. As the name suggests, it must be something related to cars that crash into each other. No clue where he got that from, but that's his latest fad. So as his daddy was leaving for work (with great difficulty detaching himself from very dependent mother and son duo) Aiden calls out to daddy, "Please bring me crashing cars." to which daddy innocently responds, "I don't have crashing cars."
And pop came the reply "You can get them from U.S. or London" Haha! Daddy says, "I'm going to office, not to U.S. or London." But the little fellow won't let go so easily... "Get a flight to London, Dad"
Hmmm...

Today's lesson. Check.

During lunch today, Jean-Petit jumped off his chair, ran off to the kitchen to drink juice and then water spending some good 5 minutes there. From my corner of the table I yelled out to him, "Aiden! Enough water! Come and finish your lunch."
He reappeared shortly, walking slowly with a wide grin and said,
"The water is going to the amniotic fluid!"

:)