Aidan (at the dinner table):  Do you know what my most favorite is?

Me:  Ummm, I don’t know.  (Thinking this was going in the direction of chicken nuggets or ice cream due to the location)

Aidan:  My mom.

I think I almost melted right off of my chair.  That is my sweet, sweet boy.

Tucking Aidan into bed:

Me: You are the best boy in the whole wide world.

Aidan:  Mom, I didn’t think you would ever never say that to me!

Me:  Really?  You know you are my best boy.

Aidan: Yeah, I am and you are my best boy.

Me:  Well, I am your best Mom.  I am a girl.

Aidan:  No Mom, you are my best boy and my best mom.

Me: Okay.

Aidan:  Mom, I won’t let you be old.  I will keep you new.  You can just stay new (as he pats my head).

My thoughts?  Oh, how I wish it worked that way.  What has he heard to think that?  Like he would be my child to keep me “new!”  Keep me on my toes maybe but new?