Monday, February 2, 2009

Happy birthday to me (and I outdid myself today)

Today I celebrated my 8th birthday by waking up NICE and EARLY. Mom isn't even sure how early I woke up, but I took a nice little snooze at school today! Mom made cookies for me to take to school, and Dad, Cameron and Madison came by in the afternoon to share them with my 2 classes. We had one of my favorite foods (pizza) for dinner tonight, and seeing as how I'd already had a ton of cookies at school, Mom put candles on the pizza and they sung Happy Birthday to me that way!!!! After dinner I opened some presents, got to play in shaving cream (on purpose), took a bath, and got to go play at McDonald's!!

Now here is where it gets good.

Just when Mom and Dad are beginning to think I've grown out of my escaping "issues", I decide to give them a story for the blog.

So like I told you earlier, Dad, Cameron, Madison and I went to McDonald's to go play on the playground there. Another dad with two kids was there as well. While they were gearing up to go, our two families were talking in front of the exit between the play area and restaurant. Somehow in the middle of all of those people (6 to be exact), I sneaked through. The family left and Dad realized that he hadn't heard me making any noises, so he sent Cameron and Madison out to find me. About that time a lady behind the counter asked Dad if "that was his son that went outside" (it was). So Dad ran outside where he found me....sitting in a red pickup truck with a gray dog and his sixty-something year-old owner. Imagine you're this guy. You're minding your own business, ordering some food for the road, you drive up to get your order, and while you're paying for your order, your passenger door opens and an 8 year-old boy (who doesn't talk) crawls up into your truck, closes the door behind him, and hangs out. That is where Dad found me. Now imagine you're my dad, running outside because you can't find your son, only to see him sitting in some strange man's (running) pickup truck....Mom is trying to think more about that poor guy's perspective and not what it was like to be in Dad's shoes. It's easier that way.

So, on that note, if there was still a question as to whether or not I still "need" Bond, the answer is a definite YES! It's a good thing I get to go see Bond in 2 weeks!!! I'll keep you all posted!


noel joy said...

i am so sorry. i can't wait until bond comes home.

Stan said...

Wow! The great Houdini strikes again. I can only draw one conclusion from this story. Aaron wants a red pickup for his birthday. By the way, Aaron is a real good story teller!!

Jackie said...

that is too funny should be able to write a book on the things that you do ;)

Enter your email address:

Delivered by FeedBurner