the other night while we were doing our bedtime routine the cat started to choke up a fur-ball.
we giggled a little about the noise and went back to reading our book when the cat quieted down.
then the noise started up again. only the cat was just sitting there staring up at us.
we looked to the source of the hacking and there was finn, engaged in another of his impressions experiments.
it's hard to believe that he's going to be in first grade. i'm just glad he survived kinder. he only incited one major panic, four trips to the principal's office, a handful of seating rearrangements, and less than three months of half-days in home-school.
all this and not a single malicious bone in his body.
the lovers. the dreamers. and finn.
farewell to grant elementary and hello mckinley.
should i warn them that he's coming or just let them find out the fun way?