Finn's temper and mouth have been getting him into a load of trouble recently (much like this morning, which is the reason my laundry is being sorted and put away at this very moment). Yesterday morning was especially trying and I pondered what to do with him the whole time he was gone at school. When he got home, he was grinning ear to ear as he presented me with the art work he had done at school, a drawing of him proposing to me. It makes me smile because it means that, despite him screaming that he NEVER wants to talk to me again...EVER!!! (and the the cankles and Russian scrub woman bun on the back of my head in his picture) he still wants to marry me when he grows up.
I must be pretty awesome. And this is proof that he TOTALLY inherited THAT gene.
