I had a date with Finn on Sunday night. I took him out to dinner (him: chicken fingers and fries with lemonade, me: steak salad with water) and some shuffleboard. We don’t play shuffleboard by the rules as neither of us know them and, frankly, when playing any game with an almost four year old, the rules are to their making. Am I right? Or is this just with my head strong, super imaginative, bossy little nephew? He firmly instructed me on the how and what repeatedly during the game. “No! Tee Tee! I will touch them all! You can watch.” Let it be know the only person on the planet allowed to boss me around is him.
On the way to the restaurant we had the following conversation in the car:
“What’s your girlfriend’s name?” I asked him.
Confused I asked, “I thought your girlfriend’s name was Nadia?”
He looked out the window and in all seriousness said, “We broke up.”
“Oh?,” I said, raising an eyebrow and cocking my head. “Why?”
“We changed.” He retorted with a resigned shrug.
“That’s too bad. Are you and Lilly going to go on a date?” I inquired.
Exasperated but with a sly smile he said, “No. We’re too young to go on a date, Tee Tee!”
How was I suppose to know? 🙂
It’s a total hoot to have conversations with Finn because he’s got all these ideas and stories and expressions. We got home from dinner, played some ball, wrote on his chalk board wall and made believe we were different animals, like Meerkats hiding out in their little caves (made of pillows in this case). His parents arrived home and he declared that I was giving him a bath AND putting him to bed. Who knew? I gotta say though, putting a kid to bed is probably, hands down, one of the best experiences of life. Silly, sleepy and snuggly with a side of bedtime song. Heart-melting.
*My sister’s photo site, Adore Photography.