There are days when I want to take Aiden by the shoulders, shake him, and yell, “You are Gifted!! Quit acting so DUMB!!”
I honestly can’t understand sometimes why such a smart little boy can “forget” to do something as simple as put his dirty socks in the laundry basket. The basket sitting right next to his door. And I just told him. He walked into his room to do just that, and then I catch him building with his Legos instead. The dirty socks are sitting on his bed, still. I don’t get it.
He forgets to turn in his homework. He remembers to take his homework binder out and have his teacher check the other work that he did, but he can’t remember to take the written work out of the front pocket and put it in the homework box. Every single day.
When it comes down to it, Aiden is a normal 7 year old with some pretty heavy brain power. I have to remember that. Just because he can read like a 5th grader doesn’t mean he is as mature as one. He does this crazy things because he is easily distracted or because he wants to see what will happen, such as when he squirts toothpaste in a line on the counter or yells “Hi Dad!” in the middle of a concert (even though i just spend 10 minutes discussing and quizzing the kids on proper concert behavior. He’s been going to concerts every couple of months for 7 years. This shouldn’t be a surprise. ~sigh~). He’s my Aiden, and I love him. Even when he frustrates the heck out of me and calls me an Evil Meanie.