The adventures of little boy Finn
Me: “Hey Gabe, what happened to the saber-toothed tiger who fell into the lava?” Gabe: “He died.” Me: “No! He climbed out of the lava and got hit by a school bus and then he died!”
Posted on February 23rd, 2015 by Scott Granneman
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“I’m not gonna sleep in my closet! There are skunks & elephants & tigers & trains in dere!”
Posted on July 28th, 2012 by Scott Granneman
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Just for fun, Mama wrote down all my questions and comments during this evening’s reading of Where the Wild Things Are: Why is he building dat fing? Why is he chasing dat dog? Why did his mudder call him Wild Fing? Why are trees growing in his room? Mama, what happened to his wall? Why is […]
Posted on July 27th, 2012 by Scott Granneman
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Finny: Can I have a mushroom? Robin: Do you like mushrooms, Finny? Finny: No.
Posted on July 16th, 2012 by Scott Granneman
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Out of nowhere, I said this tonight in bed while stalling for time: “It’s rabbit season! Duck season! Rabbit season! Duck season!”
Posted on May 23rd, 2012 by Scott Granneman
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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!
Posted on October 19th, 2011 by Scott Granneman
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My word for “zebra”: beebza!
Posted on March 17th, 2011 by Scott Granneman
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Finn and his mama went on a sunset walk that ended up in darkness. “Moon!” he shouted, pointing up at the sky. “Yep,” she said, “and those little lights are stars.” “Stars!” he said. “Yep, stars.” she replied. “Climb?” he asked. “Moon? Stars? Climb?”
Posted on March 11th, 2011 by Scott Granneman
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I switched my name for Gabe from “Bee” to “Gabriel”!
Posted on March 10th, 2011 by Scott Granneman
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Mama was driving and I was silent and pensive in the back seat as I gazed out the car window at the rain. Mama said, “Finny, you’re so quiet. What’re you thinking about back there?” I looked at Mama and pointed to my nose: “Boogers.”
Posted on March 4th, 2011 by Scott Granneman
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