It's not mouses, it's mices...

Aaron was telling me a story about a mouse, and then mouses. I said "if you have more than one mouse, it's not mouses, it's mice." So then his story changed to talk about mices. Makes sense to me. Too cute to bother correcting again. We played miniature golf tonight. I was going to take just Aaron out, but his brother wanted to go and I asked Aaron if it was OK, since otherwise it was supposed to be me and him. He said "yes", because frankly he's one of the sweetest children in the world, and maybe was uncomfortable saying no. I'll take him out for something alone another day. Anyway, while playing miniature golf he was completely in his own world. Zoned out worse than I get. I'm waiting one day for the diagnosis of extreme ADD (or whatever it's going to be called then). I actually suspect one day the doctors will recommend putting him on something to help him focus. We're holding him back a year, which every day I'm more and more happy with as a decision.... But alas, on to a different story...