Aidan asks questions. Lots and lots of questions. Some aren't even REALLY questions, just sort of a reflex - his natural response to any situation seems to be saying "whyyyyy?" in a sort of a sing song voice. Perhaps he'll grow up to be philosophical.

IT's rather exhausting, especially when you're watching TV. He is not the kind of kid who is quiet when watching movies - there are questions to be asked, such as "Why does he live there?" "Why are they on the street?" "Why did he get in that car?" "Why is he wearing black?" "What are they doing?" "Whyyy?"

Last night, I introduced him to "City Lights," Charlie Chaplin's great silent film. He LOVES it - lots of people falling on their butts and getting water thrown on them. AND, since it's silent, none of the questions actually interrupt anything or cause him to miss the jokes.

Can't convince him to go to Wall E. He doesn't like to go to movies that he hasn't already seen on DVD much, apparently. Kids today. I tell ya.