The adventures of little boy Finn

Cole slaw

At lunch today, I saw a classmate’s cole slaw and said, “What the hell is that?” I got a frownie for that. 🙁 Funnily enough, the classmate’s name was Cole, so I was commenting about Cole’s cole slaw!

What I want to be when I grow up

Me: “I still haven’t decided what I want to be when I grow up.” Mama: “That’s okay. You have lots of time to decide. What are some of the things you’ve been thinking about?” Me: “I don’t know. All I’ve been thinking about is eating candy.”

Troublemaker

Daddy’s friend Jans was at a violin recital yesterday that his 12-year-old daughter Fiona was performing in. He was sitting next to a woman whose son was also performing. The woman had a little girl with her. Jans started talking to the little girl. Jans: What grade are you in? Little girl: I’m in kindergarten! […]

Superhero

Mama, at 7:30 this morning: “Finny, we’re about to go out the door. Socks and shoes, please.” Me: “Justice doesn’t put on socks and shoes.”

Building a fort

Rickie spent the night last night, & now we are starting to build a fort. I said, gleefully, “Our fort is just beginning to be born!”

Who’s Cheatin’ Who?

Mama wrote: I love being Finn’s mom. This morning, still sleepily snuggling in bed, he sang “Who’s Cheatin’ Who?” with a perfect Texas drawl. I’m still cracking up. Scott Granneman, I’m assuming you had something to do with this?

Observations about Scooby Doo

Finny to Daddy & Ra-Ra: “Hey, can I tell you guys something weird about Scooby Doo & Shaggy? They both like junk food & Scooby Snacks!”

Part of … the other team!

Daddy overheard Finny playing with Lego guys with Rickie. Rickie was the good guys, & Finny was the bad guys. Daddy heard Finny, voicing the bad guys in his deep, “evil” voice: “We used to be part of your team. But now we’re part of [long pause, trying to think of what to say] … […]

Quite a vocabulary! (July 2014 edition)

Earlier today I told Ra-Ra I was sending her into a “magical vortex”. A few moments ago I walked into the family room & asked Daddy & Ra-Ra, “Who’s game for a fight to the death?”

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 […]