The adventures of little boy Finn

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!”

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.

From Mama’s blog: Pretzel Logic

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

From Mama’s blog: Imaginative Play

Mama has a blog & sometimes we cross-post it here. Yet another difference between my two boys: Gabe did almost no imaginative play as a preschooler; Finn acts out elaborate dramatic scenarios involving cars, trucks, plastic animals and astronauts, pretzels, pieces of cheese, whatever he can get his little hands on. I love eavesdropping, hearing […]

From Mama’s blog: A bedtime joke

Mama has a blog & sometimes we cross-post it here. This evening’s joke, brought to you by Finn, age four: “What sort of blanket sleeps on a turtle? A sleeping blanket! Ahahahahahahahaha!”

Gazing thoughtfully up at the ceiling

Finny lies in bed, gazing thoughtfully up at the ceiling. “I’m still four?” he asks. “You’re still four,” Mama replies.

A story I told Mama

“Once there was a little tree. And a big tree came along and ate him. And then a bigger tree came along and ate him. And then they were all dead. And a house came along and said (low voice here), ‘Oh my goodness, they’re all dead.’ The End!”

Finny on Easter

“Mama, will the Easter bunny bring eggs for the babies in the hospital?”

Video o’ the Day: Finny’s story

I told a story about my trucks! Mama especially liked my little wiggle at the end!

Another Finny joke

Finn’s been making up jokes again: Finn: “Mama! Mama! I have to tell you one of my new jokes!” Mama: “Okay… ” Finn: “How did the house turn into a new house?” Me: “How?” Finn: “Because it moved its furniture! AHAHAHAHAHA!”