Every morning, I have this conversation:

As Daddy drives away, honking his horn for the two little blonde heads in the window, Finn says, "Daddy stay home."

"Finn, Daddy has to go to work."

Sad face.

"Daddy has to work so he can make the bacon. Then he brings home the bacon, and Mommy cooks the bacon. Then we eat the bacon. You like bacon, right, Finn?"

"Uh-huh." Pauses thinking about bacon.

"Finn go work with Daddy."

"You want to go to work with Daddy?"

"Uh-huh."

"Finn need bag. And nametag. And lunch. Finn go work."

"What would you do at work? What do you think Daddy does at work?"

"Daddy go on Elmo website on laptop at work."

"I see."

This weekend, Dylan had to go into work to pick up some items for an impending business trip, so guess who finally got to go to work with his Daddy?

We made him a name tag. An Elmo name tag, as requested.

He put on his work clothes, which, apparently, included his Elmo hat. Good stuff.

We packed his Afro Ken bag with a snack and trusty Green Tool.

And finally, Finn went to work with Daddy. He even ate his breakfast bagel on the road. Just like Daddy.

The only hitch in this great day was the little pink person left behind. Let's just say Rosemary does not like being left out.

Finn's wonderful brain, exhibit #1:

"Boobies go to the moon."

Finn told Rosemary this in response to my telling her, "Boobies go night-night." It's my way of telling her the breastaurant is closed. Boy, does that make her mad. I like how Finn is helping her, though, move on (Please Rosemary, Move. On.) by extrapolating this idea of no-more boobies to space travel.

My breasts can go to another galaxy at warp speed at this point for all I care. I'd just like her to leave them alone now.

Finn's wonderful brain, exhibit #2:

"Kitty needs some new red Elmo pants. And new Elmo red shirt. And new red tool." "Kitty needs all that?" "Yep."

I don't know who this kitty is or where he came from, but he sure seems to need a lot of stuff.

Finn's wonderful brain, exhibit #3:

"Finn turn Rose's bum on."

He even had a little imaginary key. What can I say? He's awesome.

Sunday

A friend like you

Roger Pare

One-two-three

Come and dance with me.

A flower here, a flower there

A yellow flower for your hair.

Let me sing a little song

A tune to last the whole

night long.

Rocking with you, talking

with you

A warm summer's day with you.

In the woods the sun

shines through

As I walk along with you.

Purple, yellow, red and blue

You draw me and I'll draw you.

Apple cheeks, apple pie

You're the apple of my eye.

Bedtime, sleepy time

I love story time.

Birds and rabbits say hello

As we glide along the snow.

I'm glad I have a friend like you

To cuddle up the whole

night through.

Happy Four Years, Dylan. I love you.

"Resistance is Futile. We are Rosemary."

"You will love me."

I think he's being cuddled into submission.

Lately, Rosemary needs to kiss Finn goodnight. She runs into his room, climbs into his bed, jumps on him, and covers him with kisses. Tough life, I can imagine, but Finn's handling all the love well.

Sisters and brothers

"This place is SO boring. Now what, Finn? I said, now what?"

"I know. I'll squish this into your face. That'll liven things up."

"I am so brilliant."

"Not to mention cute and fun."

"Wait a minute."

"Hey!"

"MOM! Finn stole my bracelet."

The posting has been a little light on the ground, I know. These two are a lot fun these days, and we are busy! busy! busy! We do, on occasion, take a break from playdates, splash parks, pools, and BBQs, to have the odd tea party.

"Okay. Raggedy Ann is here, and so is Kitty. Let the tea party begin."

Elmo only had one cup of tea. That's just the kind of guy he is, apparently.