Edit: Sometimes when I'm missing Aidan, I go back and read blog posts about him so I can laugh and cry and remember his amazingness. Here's a post that captures an excellent example of his unique goofiness.
I was driving with A. Peevie, and I received a text from C. Peevie telling me that he had found a ride home from work.
"Text C. Peevie for me, and tell him, OK, good," I told him. Here is the actual verbatim text-versation that occurred:
C. Peevie: I got a ride.
A. Peevie posing as me: That's wonderful. What time do you expect to get home?
[Me to A. Peevie: That text sounds parental.
A. Peevie: That's how I wanted it to sound.]
C. Peevie: 7:30 or a little earlier
A. Peevie: Are you going to practice your dark magic?
C. Peevie: Yea...
A. Peevie: Good. When I get home I expect to see zombies attacking our neighbors. And I think you know which ones. Ass.
[Me: Ass? Why did you write that?
A. Peevie: I typed aargh, but autocorrect changed it.]
C. Peevie: Who is this?
A. Peevie: Dad.
C. Peevie: Immature? Ass.
A. Peevie: You know what a baby Amish person is called?
C. Peevie: No.
A. Peevie: An "Amlette!" Hahahahaha!
C. Peevie: -_-
A. Peevie: Aw schiznit! I spilled coke down my front!
C. Peevie: Im done. Im going back to work
A. Peevie: Darvit!
[Me: What does that mean?
A. Peevie: It's an Elvish swear.]
A. Peevie: I am secretly an elf.
Me, later, to C. Peevie: FYI, that was A. Peevie. In case u didn't figure it out.
C. Peevie: I didnt.
I am so grateful for the worlds of entertainment and communication that texting has opened up to my family. Seriously, I feel bereft just thinking of those early days of parenting, before we had cell phones, before we had texting, when we had to rely on our limited periods of face-to-face conversation to communicate our deepest thoughts and intimate feelings to one another.