Dishpan Dragons

November 16, 2011

One night, while I was doing the dishes, Finnley was valiantly protecting me from dragons; which I was naturally very grateful for. Dragons are sneaky creatures, and you never know what will creep up on you while you’re elbow-deep in soap bubbles.

He was not a Knight, though. He was a Prince.

In fact, he was no ordinary Prince—he was a very “clever Prince.” He insisted that the Prince always destroyed the dragon better than the Knight because he got the hoes from the tower.

I said, “you get what from the tower?” He said… “the Prince has to get the hoes from the tower. That’s why I can kill the dragon because I’m the only one that can get the hoes from the high tower.” Hrrrmmmm? Continue Reading

Born a Man

November 1, 2011

And so it begins. Sweet, innocent, 2-year-old, Finnley told me to go make some hot dogs for lunch.

I jokingly asked him, “Why do I always have to make lunch?”

He said, “Because that’s what you do.”

I asked, “Why because I’m the mom?” expecting a cute, innocent response.

He said… “No, because you’re a girl.”

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While I still needed to correct him for ordering me to do something… it was all I could do not to laugh. If you only understood how isolated this child is from societal influence… where does he come up with this stuff??? Tsk tsk, my son.