Finn: “I want to play with my fire truck.”
Me: “Oh, okay, it’s right there.”
Finn: “I KNOW. I just SAW it.”
Me: “Okay, I didn’t know if you knew where it was.”
Finn: “You’re pissing me off, all right?”
Four is the new 14? My mouth is still hanging open.
Posted on July 13th, 2013 by Scott Granneman
Filed under: boyhood, family