The adventures of little boy Finn

Finn sings Old McDonald

Three-year-old me serenades Mama & Gabe at breakfast with his own enthusiastic version of Old McDonald.


Gabe, in car tonight: “Squirrel!” Mama: “Huh? Where’s a squirrel?” Gabe: “Up your butt.” Mama: “Gabriel!” Finn: “Actually, up in a tree.” Me: “You’re right. Probably sleeping by now.” Gabe: “What? Aren’t squirrels nocturnal?” Mama: “No.” Me: “No.” Gabe: “Finn! You don’t even know what nocturnal means.” Me (thinks): “But owls are nocturnal.”