Poor Aiden. When I went to get him out of his crib this morning, it was clear that he had just awoken from the sweetest of all toddler dreams: Aiden thought it was Christmas morning. His first words to me were, "Let's go open presents, Mommy! I got presents! I got Scarloey!" Scarloey is a red engine from Thomas the Tank Engine--his favorite new train to play with at the bookstore. Unfortunately, he does NOT have this train, nor was it waiting downstairs for him wrapped under a lighted tree. I tried explaining this, that is was not Christmas and there weren't any presents to open today, but Aiden wouldn't have it. "Let's go Mommy! Let's go open presents!"
You can only imagine the look of total disappointment on his face when he raced down the stairs and into the living room to discover there was no tree and no presents. Poor Aiden. I don't think I've ever seen him look so confused or sad. :(
It must be hard to be a 2 year old, to lack the ability to discern between wonderful dreams and true reality. Christmas is a long way off--I hope this doesn't become a recurring dream for Aiden! I'll feel so sad to have to explain every morning that it isn't, in fact, Christmas after all!
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Oh, that's heartbreaking! Poor Aiden. That is so sweet. :)
I am bringing Mads to a baby shower on the weekend and made the mistake of asking her if she wanted to go to a party. The only "party" she remembers is her birthday, so she got all excited saying "Oh yeah! Open toys! Open toys!" Oops.
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