The adventures of little boy Finn

Penguin necromancers!

Gabe & I were waging a ferocious battle in our room with stuffed animals and puppets earlier today. Mama heard me yell, “No, wait, I have another necromancer! I have two penguin necromancers!” Mama described this picture as “The battlefield is strewn with stuffed bodies, stricken warriors of plush.”


Translation: I wish I could have a waterslide. It would have loopty-loops two of them. Then a big drop. And last but not least time to ride it Hahhhhhhhh. It’s awesome! First the loopty-loops then a big big ice cream cone came from the sky!

The what?!

After Mama dropped off Gabe and his enormous bass at school this morning, she pointed to a very tall building on the SLU campus. Me: “What would happen if I jumped off that building?” Mama: “You’d probably die. And it would hurt a lot.” Me: “What if I landed in a tree?” Mama: “You’d probably […]

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!

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!”

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] … […]

Daddy & Mama talk about how awesome I am

Daddy to Mama: Finny was just so ridiculously sweet & nice & good tonight! I kinda hope he never changes. Mama to Daddy: Yeah, he’s a real honey. I love so much about him: his emphatic sincerity, his constant singing, his funny drawings, his little baby teeth that won’t be there much longer…

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?”

Oh no, part 73

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

Oh no he didn’t!

Mama: “Wow, you guys, look at all the dandelions in that field!” 5-year-old Finn: “Whoa! Holy shit!”