An Aidanism this morning

 Aidan had insisted on taking a drawing book and pencil. That was okay, I said he could do it on the train. He also sat in the waiting room at the embassy and proceeded to draw. He tells me that he is going to write a letter to Great Nana, I say ok, next breath he says, "Oh, no sorry she is died" where on earth did he get that from, so I suggested that he write a letter to Grandma. He wrote in his book all the time I was at the counter.