He must have an Inner Compass

I had a really nice morning with my boys. We went to the Eagan Civic Arena, a place where, for two months every year, they cover one of the indoor ice rinks and just let kids run and play with various balls, stilts, frisbees, etc. We had a great time. As we were walking in, Aidan was remembering how much fun he had playing there with old friends (when he was 3!). We played for about an hour and a half, with me playing frisbee or tag or finding the boys after they'd hidden themselves behind the goals at either end of the arena. Then we ran a couple errands, and the boys convinced me to take them to McDonalds because they are OBSESSED with the toys that are currently there (Monsters vs. Aliens.) Lunch went really well; I actually managed to stay relaxed the entire time. Too relaxed, though. My phone rang, I picked up and noticed the time. We had about 10 minutes to get to Aidan's bus stop. We scooped ourselves up immediately, but by the time we had coats on and walked across the parking lot and got buckled in our seats, we were down to four minutes. Aidan loves the bus. I could very easily have taken him to school, but he really, really loves the bus. He suggested I just tail the bus and he'd eventually get on at someone else's stop. Great plan, except by the time we made it to our neighborhood, we were 5 minutes past our pick-up time. I had no idea where the bus would be at this point. His next suggestion? "Well, Margaret's house is the last stop. We could just go there and wait." Which really is brilliant in and of itself...but where is Margaret's house? "Turn left at the stoplight at Diamond Path." I was so skeptical, but I did it. Then I turned right when he told me to. We continued down a neighborhood street, and lo and behold, I soon saw a bus in my rearview mirror. Then we saw Margaret! Aidan did it! He navigated me to his friend's house, all by himself, at 6 years old. I cannot describe how impressed I am with this.