Aidan finished up his last swimming class on Monday. There are normally three or four other children in the class, but no one else could make it to this class. This left Aidan with a private lesson. On the way home from swimming, Chris asked Aidan if he liked having the class all to himself. Aidan told him yes, and said the best part was always getting to go first. Hmmm, I wish I had an idea of where Aidan inherited this impatient, Type A behavior.
While Aidan was at swimming with Chris, Brennan, Griffin and I entertained ourselves outside. Every two or three minutes, Brennan would interject, “Momma, where’s Aidan?”
“He’s at swimming class.”
“But I miss him,” Brennan would reply with his eyes wide and sad.
“I know, honey. He’ll be home soon.”
“But I loooove him.”
“He loves you too, B.”
“I neeeed Aidan. I need him, Momma.” And I thought I was going to have some adjustment when Aidan starts kindergarten in the fall. Brennan is going to be simply lost without his big brother by his side.
Sidenote – Aidan has already had a request for another hand modeling gig. Who knew my son would become a sought after hand model? I could not make this stuff up if I tried.
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