everyone thinks their own kid is funny. so do I.

One kid.

Two stories.

Because I can.

The First.

Yes.

We are still bribing Finn to use the bathroom somewhere other than her own pull up.

After one such attempt (and success!) Finn requested her reward.

“I want sad-you-seize.”  she informed me.

“Sadducees?  Like in the Bible?”  I asked her.  (Hey, she’s like a genius or something.  Maybe she had been reading up on the Sanhedrin and stuff.  You never know.)

“No, Mommy.  Sag-you-see!”

“Okay, Finn.  Why don’t you just show me where these sag-you-sees are.”

And she took my hand and lead me to my desk and reached for my container of orange tic-tacs.

Oh.

Sag-you-sees.

The second.

Today Finn was running around the yard in circles.

Not at all unusual.

While running, she was shouting, “Hello Little Friends.”

I asked her who she was talking to.  (Actually, I probably said, “To whom are thou speaking, dear child?” because I was an English teacher after all and I would neither speak nor write a sentence ending in a preposition.)

Finn kept running while she answered,

“These guys”

and pointed to the many blades of grass.