Yesterday was one of the more precious Aaron days. It started at school where I attended a
Fast forward to this morning. [If you've read this blog, you may remember that Husband hates all animals (especially our two golden retrievers). Hold on to this information--you will need it in a minute.] It's time for Aaron to get on the bus. Husband is walking out the door for work, so he yells that he'll take Aaron out to the bus. Well Aaron doesn't want Husband to take him. He wants ME to take him (oh yeah baby)! In the midst of this exchange, Husband leaves the front door open. Not good. The golden retrievers seize this amazing opportunity and go FLYING out the front door. Chaos has now ensued. Luckily(?) the dogs went running onto the bus. The bus driver grabbed them, and Aaron and I are walking towards the bus. She sees us coming, so she lets the dogs go. Son and Daughter come running out to get the dogs, but the dogs have other plans. They go bolting off down the street. I know that Husband is most likely pissed at this point (especially since it was his fault--not that I'm assigning blame or anything). The dogs are headed for the woods, and the kids are running as fast as they can after them. I'm not sure what my emotions should have been at this moment, but I was quite satisfied that Aaron wanted me to put him on the bus. Long story short, Husband ended up corralling the dogs in his car, brings them home, and drives to work. He calls me to let me know how ironic it is that the boy wanted me, and the dogs wanted him (the sarcasm in his voice was thick). I leave the conversation with a deep sense of gratification--it's going to be a good day.