Oh how I’ve missed this here blog and writing and all you people out there who actually bother to read and comment. Where have I been? Well, we’ve been moving. For a month. Yes, it can take that long to move house. Even for people like us, who seem to move as often as frat boys tap a keg. I’ll tell you all about it soon.
But I’ll ease back into things with one of those annoying “my kid is so funny” stories. Because it’s Finn’s warped sense of humor and witty repartee that have kept me going these past few weeks. Over the weekend, he informed me that all the girls in our new neighborhood kept talking to him. He was complaining about how he couldn’t even get his play on without the older ladies (10 and up) stopping to ask him questions. The conversation went like this:
Me: Well, that’s going to be your life from now on. If you’re charming and adorable, the girls will want to talk to you.
Finn: I don’t want my life to be like this. People just want to pat me on my head and talk silly to me because I’m small and cute.
Me: That’s a good thing, I promise. One day when you have terrible teeth and acne, you’ll long for these days. You’ll wish the girls thought you were cute.
Finn: Cute is horrible. I’m getting tired of being cute. Cute is annoying.
A day later, my mom was brushing his hair. Mind you, hair brushing is a rare occurrence in our home, even for me. It’s not like we’re feral or anything. We all wash and style our hair. Nick even uses product daily. It’s just that none of us properly brush our locks. So having Mamie pass a brush through their mops is kind of a big deal for my boys.
Anyhoo, after the grooming, Finn ran to the bathroom to check himself out. He came back into the kitchen, but promptly returned to the bathroom a few minutes later.
Me: What are you doing?
Finn: Checking my hair.
Me: You need a haircut, but it looks nice.
Finn: I know it does. The first time I went into the bathroom, I thought “I look like Justin Bieber.” Then when I came out and thought about it, I thought “No, I look better than Justin Bieber.” So I went back in to check myself out again. And it’s true. I do look better than Justin Bieber.”
Lord help me. I don’t know what to do with this child. Most parents have to worry about teaching their children to have self-confidence. I’m going to have to worry about knocking mine down a notch.
But honestly, he is pretty adorable. Cuter than Justin Bieber, in my biased opinion. Even with that zit on his chin.