Suicidal Memories

Aaron jumped in bed as I tried to get him dressed.
"Huni please don't make things harder for mummy", I sighed.
Like the sweet child he is he stopped and stood obediently until I was finished dressing him.
I smiled a little, proud of my little boy.
"You're going to be a gentleman Aaron. Not a ladies man, a gentleman."
He stared at me with his big blue eyes that gave me the creeps everytime i stared at them. Just like his father's.
"Mummy what's a gentleman?"
I gave him a serious face and said "A good man who's respectful and deoesn't let his woman down. Never hurt the person you love Aaron. Always be faithful."
He nodded equally serious making me giggle at how grown up he acts like.
"What mummy?"
"You're cute" I smiled while combing his hair. He made a funny face and shook head making his hair go messy again.
"Daddy says I look like a college boy all combed."
I frowned. What right did he have to put those stupid ideas in my 3 year old babyboy's head?? He, a high school drop out. the kid who got kicked out of catholic in, god knows what, 3rd grade?? None. He had no right.
He was lucky enough to have a son like Aaron. He didn't deserve it. God.