This morning, I heard odd noises as Aidan tiptoed into the living room. He had at least three bags hanging off his shoulders, each one stuffed with items.
Me: What are you doing?
Aidan: I'm a spy!
Me: Spies usually don't carry large bags that bump around and rattle as they walk.
Aidan: I'm a spy disguised as a HIKER.
He tiptoed into the hall and into the dining room. Hikers, of course, are known for tiptoeing. A few minutes later, James told me to take a peek at Aidan and this is what I saw:
He had set up camp underneath his computer desk and was taking a rest from his strenuous hiking. How much do I adore his imagination?
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