Out of the mouths of babes (well, toddlers)

Finn is growing up so fast. He talks really well now, and conversations with him can be a lot of fun. Well, except when all his sentences start with, "But, Mama ... !" when I want him to do something or not do something. Here are some examples.


On the phone with my sister the other day:

Finn: "Ulli, will you come and spend Christmas with us? Mama has a present for you!"
Ulli: "Really, what is it?"
Finn: "It's ...!" (can't write it down, but he said the right word!)
Ulli: "What? I didn't understand that! What did you say?"
At this point I grabbed the phone. Thanks buddy, that was close.


I told him we are going to arrive in Canada on his uncle's birthday next year.

Finn: (with evil look) "I'm gonna eat all of Karl's chocolate birthday cake! He can't have ANY!"
(Sorry Karl :-)

Dinnertable talk

Finn: "What is this?"
Me: "Chicken."
Neil: "Lily, don't throw your food on the floor!"
Finn: "Chickens can run REAL fast!"
Neil: "Lily, we don't throw spoons on the floor!"
Me: "Yes, the farmer did a good job catching the chicken."
Finn: "And did he take the beak and feet off first?"
Neil: "Lily, I said DON'T throw your food on the floor!"
Me: "Yes, he did."
Neil: "LILY!!!"
Finn: "I think next time we have chicken I will take the beak and feet off with one big RRRRIPPPP!"
Neil: "Baah, I think I'm not hungry anymore."


Two days (!) after I had a slip of the tongue, shame on me:

Finn: "Mama, if you say sh... again you're only going to get a piece of coal for Christmas!"


To be continued...