— Aidan, men’s formal wear expert.Aidan: I’m going to be really smart for the wedding.
Me: I know, mate. We’ve got your suit all ready for you.
Aidan: … But if I go to another wedding, I’m going to dress really smart. I’ll wear jeans, and a jumper, and a top, and trainers that are black and yellow, and socks with advertizements on them. Do you know what ‘advertizements’ are?
Me: What are they?
Aidan: They’re pictures of town halls. I’m going to be so smart.
Where else’re you going to go when winter bids farewell?
“Maybe we’re not in real life. Maybe we’re in somebody’s story. Maybe the [proto-humans in Africa] are actually still alive and we’re just in their story.” -Aidan, deep.
Morning Minecraft.
“When mummy was born, someone was in charge. She was in charge of everything. And when she had a bath, she liked to have electricity in it. Electricity! How weird.”
- Aidan, displaying a peculiar level of knowledge of Margaret Thatcher. (I didn’t correct him to say that his mum was 7 by the time Thatcher came to power, but otherwise…)
Aidan on the beach last month. Pic via iPhone, contrasty enfaffening via laptop. Click here to make with the bigness.
Aidan: “What’s the best thing there is?”
Me: “To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women.”
Aidan: “… What does that mean?”
- On the school run this morning.
New baby, family strike a pose.
New baby, family as they normally are.
Home
Aidan, international obstetrician: “In America, when you have a boy or a girl, they put you in a chair like [his stepdad] Will’s in and they fold it and open it with you in it and make it so you lie flat on it, like a bed, and that’s how they do it.”
Everyone’s home from the hospital, all are well. Aidan bought his new brother a sort of sock cat as a present, which is very sweet.
Aidan, ‘serious’ shot sequence for a putative article thing.
