
Yesterday Aiden "fixed" the front wheel of my car. He brought out all of his tools - hammer, screw driver, wrench, bolt and nut, etc. He worked on my tire for a good ten minutes and then came over and told me that it was fixed. Okay, sounds great. I gave him a big hug and a sincere thank you. Over dinner he told me several times how my wheel was broken and how he had fixed it. I could see how proud he was of his accomplishment so I indulged him a bit more. I pick up the phone and pretended to call Daddy (who wasn't home yet). Here's how my pretend (real to him) conversation went.
Me: Hi Adam, did you know my wheel was broken?!
>>Aiden is eating his dinner and listing intently to my conversation.
Me: Yeah, my wheel was totally broken and I couldn't drive my car anymore. I couldn't even go to the office!
>>Aiden has stopped eating dinner and is really eavesdropping on my conversation with Daddy (or so he thinks).
Me: Yes, it was completely broken. But don't worry, Aiden got his tools and fixed it. Yeah, he had all the tools...a hammer, a screw driver, a wrench and he even had some screws. He worked on the car for a while and now it fixed! Totally fixed and I'm so happy!
>>Now Aiden is smiling ear to ear and is really proud of himself.
Me: Yeah, Adam, so when you come home, you can just relax and read a book. You don't have to fix the car because Aiden already did it!
>>That last statement put him over the top. He looked so proud and so happy with himself it was adorable. I looked over at him and he tried to conceal his smile and went back to eating his dinner. He is such a little Adam.