Just some silly, fluffy nonsense I felt like writing! I love the Misty/Aiden dynamic.
Aiden: 3.5 years old
Who Nose
"Mama, my nose's itchy."
"Maybe someone is talking about you!"
Aiden lowered his hand from his nose and furrowed his brow. "Huh?"
Misty giggled at her son's bewilderment. "It's an old myth! That when your nose is itchy, or when you sneeze, it's because someone is talking about you somewhere."
The boy still seemed confused. "Who?"
"I don't know," Misty mused before teasingly asking, "you have some rivals I don't know about?"
Aiden laughed and shook his head. "Nuh uh!"
"No?" Misty giggled.
Aiden shook his head again. "I don't gots any yet! But I want one." Stopping to think for a moment, the boy asked, "when I gets a rival, they're gonna talk -bout me and make my nose itchy?"
"They might! But then you can talk about them and make their nose itchy, too."
"But so, who's makin- my nose itchy now?"
"That's a good question! Since you don't have any rivals yet, who do you think might be talking about you?"
"Mmm…maybe…Daddy?"
"That's a good guess," Misty agreed with a smile. "Daddy does love to talk about you and your sister!"
"Maybe he was talking -bout me to Lance!" Aiden gasped, his eyes lighting up. "And how I wanna battle him!"
Misty smirked. "That's definitely possible! Although, I think Lance already knows that. You tell him yourself every time you see him!"
"Yeah, cause it's -portant!" Aiden laughed before suddenly gasping, "what if Lance can be my rival?!"
"You certainly have big goals, little guy!" Misty remarked.
"Is that good, Mama?"
Misty giggled sweetly. "Yes, that's good! You should always have big goals."
"Oh, okay," Aiden casually replied. Scrunching up his nose, the boy added, "hey, my nose's not itchy no more!"
"Daddy must be done talking about you," Misty presumed.
"But we're talkin- -bout him," Aiden commented. "So now is his nose itchy?"
Misty hummed to herself. It was a good question. "Probably! You'll have to ask him later if he had an itchy nose today. Then we'll know for sure!"
"Yeah," Aiden agreed, nodding his head. "Okay!"
After that, they'd moved on from the whole itchy nose conversation, and as the day progressed, Misty forgot all about it. That was easy enough when you were as busy as her, after all. Sometimes, Misty couldn't even remember what she'd eaten for breakfast. As soon as the front door opened that evening, however, Misty heard her son's squeaky voice from the kitchen.
"Daddy, was your nose itchy today?!"
"Was my nose itchy? Uh…actually, yeah, it was!"
Aiden laughed wildly and ran into the kitchen, jumping up and down at his mother's side. "Mama, Daddy's nose was itchy! He told me so!"
Misty appeared confused for a second, but then their previous conversation struck her with full force. "Oh, right! See? It's a real thing!"
Ash trailed his son, one eyebrow raised. "Why's he asking me if my nose was itchy? And why was he right?"
"We were talking today about how there's that old myth that if your nose is itchy, it's because someone is talking about you," Misty elucidated. "Aiden's nose was itchy, so I asked him if there was anyone who might've been talking about him. He assumed you."
"Me?" Ash asked, pointing at himself.
"Were you talkin- to Lance -bout me?" Aiden asked hopefully, spinning around to gaze up at his father.
"No," Ash refuted with a chuckle. "But I was talking about you and your sister today! To Marti. Remember her; the nice lady at the front desk?"
Aiden's face fell at the revelation. "She's not Lance!"
"No, she's not," Ash confirmed, still chuckling. "Lance wasn't in today, champ!"
The boy threw his head back with a groan and started to drag himself out of the kitchen, stopping only when Ash called, "hang on, buddy! Why was my nose itching, then? Were you talking about me?"
"Ya," Aiden replied, assuming that had been obvious. "Me and Mama!"
"Nothing bad," Misty assured her husband with an impish smirk.
"I would hope not!" Ash playfully cried.
"That just means it's real," Aiden commented, shrugging his shoulders.
Ash, not following what his son meant, blinked. "What's real?"
Aiden groaned again, this one somehow more dramatic than the first. "That your nose gets itchy when people talk -bout you!"
Ash couldn't help but to laugh at his son's frustration. He never could understand how the boy could act like the goofy kid he really was one second and jump right into being a huffy teenager the next. The best he could gather was that it was Misty's genes making themselves known.
"Ah, right, got it," Ash replied, trying to suppress his amusement as he nodded his head.
Having forgotten his exasperation as quickly as it had overtaken him, Aiden looked up hopefully at his father and asked, "can you tell Lance I wanna battle him when he gets back?"
"No, because you've got no Pokémon to battle with," Ash was quick to answer, his smirk widening.
"Not now!" Aiden whined. "When I'm older!"
"Oh, yeah, of course," Ash cleared his throat. "But I think Lance is aware, little guy!"
Aiden pouted. "Mama said the same thing."
"Yeah, because we all know how badly you want to battle him," Misty teased, playfully winking at her son. "You just have to be patient and wait until you're a little older!"
"How much older?" Aiden challenged, raising an eyebrow.
Misty laughed nervously and rubbed her temple. "You know, my nose isn't bothering me, but I think my head's starting to!"
