The adventures of little boy Finn

A scatological tale

Daddy is not including the picture that Mama sent him, just so you know. Here’s what she texted Daddy:

Here is your son taking a crap in your front yard. He said he didn’t have to while we were still in the house. Then, right after we stepped outside, door locked, he said he HAD to poop right then, and no he could not wait. So he pooped right there.

We cleaned it up. I had baby wipes with me, fortunately, so I wiped him and picked up the poop with them and put the poop in an empty egg carton I had in the hatchback and put that in your trash.

Gabe videoed the whole thing, per Fiona’s request. And then Fiona insisted on showing the video to Sarah when we took her home. Sarah said, “Fiona, please! I’m trying to eat.”

Finn loved the whole thing. Not the slightest bit embarrassed about any of it.

Posted on July 14th, 2014 by Scott Granneman
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Oh no, part 73

Finny: “Hey Rickie, would you smack my ass?!”

Posted on June 29th, 2014 by Scott Granneman
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Oh no he didn’t!

Mama: “Wow, you guys, look at all the dandelions in that field!”

5-year-old Finn: “Whoa! Holy shit!”

Posted on April 29th, 2014 by Scott Granneman
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Finny asked Mama for help

Mama & I had this conversation last night!

Finn: “Mama, will you help me put on my jammies?”
Me: “You can put your jammies on by yourself.”
Finn: “But I want you to help me!”
Me: “But you know how to put your jammies on all by yourself!”
Finn: “Please, woman!”

Posted on February 7th, 2014 by Scott Granneman
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Pics o’ the Day: Finny’s Target adventure

At Target with Mama, Finny insisted on riding up and down the aisle, PEDALING! (normally he Fred Flintstones it & just uses his feet to propel him forward)

Finny pedals a bike in Target
Finny pedals a bike in Target

While they were at Target, Mama bought Finny a new dinosaur toy.

Finny’s new dinosaur toy, named Horns
Finny’s new dinosaur toy, named Horns

Finn took this picture and says: “This is my dinosaur, and his name is Horns, and he transforms into a car, and he has horns on his head, and he can drive with his front wheels while his transformed into a dinosaur, and he is a triceratops because he has horns, and I got him for doing a great job at swimming lessons today!”

Posted on January 18th, 2014 by Scott Granneman
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Finny’s story to Mama tonight

Finny: “I’m gonna tell you a story. A mama chicken was serving some baby chickens lunch. Then they heard a great big stomping monster. It picked up a baby chicken, and the baby chicken cried, ‘Wah wah wah.’ The end.”

Posted on November 21st, 2013 by Scott Granneman
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Talking more softly

Mama: “Finny, sometimes you hurt our ears when you talk in such a loud voice. Let’s try talking a little more softly instead of yelling.”

Finn: “BLAAAAAHHHHH!”

Posted on July 27th, 2013 by Scott Granneman
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I want to play with my fire truck

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
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From Mama’s blog: Pretzel Logic

Mama has a blog & sometimes we cross-post it here.

Finny with pretzel

“Mama, can I have dat kind of pretzel wif two eyes anna mouf?”

He proceeded to create a whole pretzel family, and then some pretzel neighbors, and the pretzel children cried when all the others were eaten.

Posted on June 19th, 2013 by Scott Granneman
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From Mama’s blog: On Reverse Psychology

Mama has a blog & sometimes we cross-post it here.

Today I am grateful to the genius who invented reverse psychology. It came in mighty handy this hurried morning, which went sort of like this …

Me, in the bathroom getting ready: “Oooo, thanks for putting your dishes in the sink. But I bet you can’t get dressed all by yourself!”

Finn: (giggle giggle) “Yes I can!” (Runs off)

Me: “Come back here! And don’t you dare take off your jammies and put on clean underwear!”

Finn (giggle giggle giggle) runs back to the bathroom, completely naked, except for the one leg in his clean Thomas the Train undies.

Me: “NO! Don’t you put those on!”

Finn: (giggle) “I did it!”

Me: “Oh, I’m so angry! Well, just as long as you don’t put your pants on, it’s okay.”

Finn runs off again, comes back wearing blue jeans, carrying his lizard t-shirt. “Mama, look!”

Me: “Aaaaagghh! I can’t believe you put those on! You stop there, though. Absolutely no more clothes.”

Finn: (more giggles) “Mama, tell me not to put my shirt on.”

Me: “Oh, don’t you even think about putting that shirt on. Hey! No! Stop!”

Finn’s silly, grinning face pops out of his shirt neck.

Me: “Don’t you put your arms through those sleeves … noooooo ….”

And giggly Finn stands before me, fully dressed. Then he had the temerity to put on his socks and shoes. Can you believe it?

Finny with underwear on his head

This is how it usually goes.

Posted on June 19th, 2013 by Scott Granneman
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