I got this letter from Aidan earlier this week:
Can you teach me how to cook like you? Can you teach me not to complane when I am playing piano? Is it hard when you make new resapes? Why can't we talk about next year? Is it rood? Why do you sleep in on the weekends?
You are the best mommy ever.
How great is that?
Re: talking about next year. I kindly asked them to refrain from discussing next Halloween until we get through the next round of holidays, and focus on the here and now, instead.