Me:  “Finnian, please skoochy over.” Finnian:  “I can’t.  I am superglued.” I love my little boy’s imagination.  He often surprises me with his responses.

Yesterday, a statue fell on Brendan’s head, making a small, but wide cut.  Two hours later, it was still bleeding, so I called the doctor’s office and spoke with the nurse telling her about the cut.  She told me to bring Brendan in to the office at noon.  I did so, leaving all of the other children, except Elizabeth,…

Me:  “Finnian, do you need me to change your diaper?” Finnian:  “Of course, I stink, Mommy.” I changed his nighttime diaper right away.

Finnian: “Daddy, I want to wear shorts to Mass.” Daddy: “Finnian, you can’t wear shorts to Mass. You have to wear pants.” Finnian: “Pants are ridiculous!” A few minutes later, Finnian was speaking to one of his sisters. Finnian: “I want to wear shorts or a swimsuit to Mass.” Catherine: “You need to wear pants.”…

Finnian: “Mommy, I’m hungry for some toast.” Me: “Oh.” Finnian: “Mommy, I’m hungry for some toast.” Me: “Oh.” Finnian: “Mommy” (pause) Me: “Yes.” Finnian: “You’re not really talking to me.”

A couple of nights ago, Finnian was copying everything I said. Eventually, I decided to test if he was even listening to what I was saying, or simply repeating everything without thinking. The result: Me: “You’re a boy.” Finnian: “I’m not a boy. I’m a Finnian.” Me: “You’re a boy and you’re Finnian.” Finnian: “I’m…

Me: “Theresa did you finish putting the sheet on your brother’s bed like I asked?” Theresa: “I can’t. It’s too stressful!”