The adventures of little boy Finn

Don’t be uhdickalous!

I was on on the floor at Mama’s yelling at my trains: “Thomas! Don’t be uhdickalous! Percy, what do you have to say for yourself?”

Yelling at his trains

Finny, on the floor yelling at his trains: “Thomas! Don’t be uhdickalous! Percy, what do you have to say for yourself?”

Frosty the snowman

This morning Finny sang for Mama & Gabe, sweetly and merrily, “Frosty the snowman…was a jolly, happy soul…with a corn cup on his head! Frosty the snowman…was a jolly, happy soul…with a corn cup on his head!” (He repeated this many, many times.) His intonation was perfect.

“Mama, Gabe and me …”

“Mama, Gabe and me are running into our ch’others!”

“Look at my baseball, Daddy!”

3-yr-old Finny: Look at my baseball, Daddy! Daddy: That’s a basketball, honey. Baseballs are white. Finny: Not mine!

Finn sings Old McDonald

Three-year-old me serenades Mama & Gabe at breakfast with his own enthusiastic version of Old McDonald.

Nocturnal

Gabe, in car tonight: “Squirrel!” Mama: “Huh? Where’s a squirrel?” Gabe: “Up your butt.” Mama: “Gabriel!” Finn: “Actually, up in a tree.” Me: “You’re right. Probably sleeping by now.” Gabe: “What? Aren’t squirrels nocturnal?” Mama: “No.” Me: “No.” Gabe: “Finn! You don’t even know what nocturnal means.” Me (thinks): “But owls are nocturnal.”

Me learning about pronouns!

Finn: Have some pepper, too, Mama. Here—my give you some. Mama: Oh, thank you, Finny. Finn: Thank you, Mama. Mama: Say, “You’re welcome!” Finn: I…I welcome!

Brushing my teefies!

I handed Mama my Thomas the Tank Engine toothbrush & told her, “I brushed all my teefies, Mama!”

Finny calls Gabe a baaad word