Steve and I were downstairs at the computer trying to figure out why The Wild Thornberrys isn't showing in Hudson today, but it was yesterday when we realized Aidan had been trying, for a couple of minutes, to tell us something from the stairs. I went over to him and in he tells me something that sounds like the baseball went through the window and broke it and now we have to fix it. I was flabbergasted - I hadn't heard any breaking glass and he looked so happy. Thrilled really. Not in the least bit ashamed. I repeat to him what I think I've heard and he nods excitedly, happy that he's finally got my attention and really just happy about the whole thing. I still couldn't believe it, but when I got to the top of the stairs and turned around, there was a classic baseball hole in one of the bottom panes of the window. He ran over to it to show me and excitedly told me that now we have to fix it. I couldn't get mad at him, he was so terribly happy. I explained that we couldn't fix something like that and we'd have to call someone to come and fix it. Enthusiastically he said, "let's call someone!". It turns out Steve thinks that he can fix it himself, which will only confirm for Aidan that Steve has the power to fix anything (except the car). Can we fix it? Yes we can! Even if mama initially thinks that we can't.