Call of Booty

I renamed one of Caiden's video games. Lately, his habit is to call the games by their full name. For example, the game previously referred to as Ghost Recon, is actually Ghost Recon: Advanced Warfighter. So now, instead of saying he's going to play Star Wars, he's going to play "Star Wars Battlefront." One of his games is a military game called Call of Duty: Finest Hour. I couldn't help, but ask him the other day if he was going to go play "call of booty." Then I couldn't keep from laughing to myself that the full name would be: "call of booty: finest hour." It's my new favorite game.

I love how he makes me laugh. One of the best things about being a mom is finding little soldiers, pennies, rocks, and even flarp in the washer when I'm unloading it.

Last summer was another classic Caiden moment. Caiden and I went for a bike ride to get a slurpee for Caiden and one for Tyler who was working in the yard. He'd been working in the yard most of the day and it was very hot outside. We are going to surprise him with the slurpee. As we pull into the driveway we discussed how to surprise him. Caiden would go ahead while I stay back behind the car with the slurpee so Tyler can’t see it, then Caiden will tell him to shut his eyes. What happened though when we did it was this: Caiden goes ahead and tells Tyler to close his eyes. Then Caiden yells to me from the back yard to wait for him; he says: “Alene, don’t come out with the slurpees yet!” It was so funny.