The funny things they say.

Finn
It is 10:00 at night and Finn has been out of his room way more than normal, not able to fall asleep.  He's standing on the landing and I ask him what is wrong.  "My blanket is on the floor."  I laughed and laughed and laughed.  He barely even tried to back pedal and explain why this required parental assistance.  He seemed to get how ridiculous it was.

Jason was reading the last of pages of Doggies, a very simple counting book, with Wylie and me when Finn joined us while brushing his teeth.  The book is funny and we were all laughing, but then it was over.  Finn says, "Wait, I don't get it.  Read it again."

Wy
Wylie left the kitchen this morning saying, "I have an idea."  Then, in the playroom, "Finn, I have an idea.  Finn, I have an idea."  So darn sweet.  Too bad Finn barely acknowledged him.