Can you imagine what a boost to the ego and lift to the spirits it is for a lonely old guy like me to have Kylie spot me walking toward the bleachers at Ericís baseball game yesterday, and to have her come racing toward me shouting, ďUncle Mike!Ē Can you? I bet you can.
I wasnít the object of her attention for long, though, since Kat was there. Kylie loves to carry on often one-sided conversations with just about anyone who will listen, and Kat is one of her best listeners. She somehow gets the convoluted logical connections of a three-year-old. Itís good to have someone who understands you.
Aidenís thought processes are more linear, but that doesnít mean they keep going in the same direction all the time. He shifts gears pretty quickly, and you have to be on your toes to keep up with him. He wonít let go of something until heís sure heís made you understand, or at least until he knows youíve heard him. Then itís on to the next shiny thing that he notices.
He can be a little demanding if you donít pay attention, though. He was sitting between David and me and leaning heavily back and forth. Then he started squeezing, and I asked him please not to hurt me, since Iím an old person. ďYouíre not an old person,Ē he insisted, ďbut Iím a young whippersnapper.Ē Well, yes, I had to admit that he was right about the last part. He always giggles when he knows heís made a joke.