Fin had fish sticks and "shoosh puppies" for lunch today.

10 Random Finisms

Fin's default reaction to being infuriated is to blow raspberries.

The first movie to make her really cry: Charlotte's Web. She sobbed when she figured out Charlotte was dying and her babies would be left without her. (I didn't mention that my slight arachnophobia would have solved that drama with one foot stomp.)

She quite often remarks that a random African American male 'looks like Daddy'. Her dad is Asian.

Broccoli makes her vomit. Literally.

Speaking of vegetables, she has a baby doll named Spinach.

Her exclamation choice of late: "Oh, good grief!"

She refers to the white mark a superficial scratch leaves on skin as 'white pain'.

All bath time washcloths are referred to as Ponyo.

A scolding sometimes results in her hanging her head and sighing dramatically, "I guess I'm not a good kid in this town after all."

She is a rock thief. She steals smooth river stones from restaurant landscaping, other people's houses, etc. (Don't tell her father.) She brings them home and washes them in the bathroom sink like a raccoon. She calls this her Collection of Nature.

Fin was asking me about growing older.  She seemed quite upset at the thought of me getting - looking, rather - old.  I don't exactly relish the thought, myself. 

I explained to her that we all grow older over a long period of time and that she would be all grown up herself by the time I am "old". 

"But then you would be my granny!!"

"Um, no. I will always be your mother.  But if you have children I will be their grandmother."

"Then you will be their granny!"

"Well, yes.  Except I don't exactly like the idea of being called 'granny'."

She thought this was hilarious.  Discussion followed about what her kids might call me as their grandmother. Many suggestions were thrown around, including Bambi, Crabby (shut up), and Sea Urchin.

Then her eyes lit up.  "How 'bout they call you Rock Star??"

I think I can live with that.