One Occupation Finn Can Just Forget About

Last night while lying in bed with Finn I asked him about his day at school and if he played with his friend Katelyn S. (who he is going to marry unless she wants to marry him first.) His eyes got huge and his eyebrows shot up "Guess what happened to Katelyn on the playground today?"

"What????"

"She got stuck at the top of the rock climbing wall."

Now I had previously thought it was really cool that he has several rock climbing walls on his playground, and probably because my child is part monkey, I had never considered that other children could possibly fall to their death (or twisted ankle) or, as was the case with Katelyn S., get stuck at the top. I said, trying to match Finn's level of shock about the event, "What did you do? Did you help her get down?"

"Well I tried but I couldn't, and even the duty"(a woman who walks around the playground with an earpiece in her ear and a receiver strapped to her belt like a secret service person) "wouldn't help her down, she said Katelyn needed to get down by herself."

I said, "Oh no, how did she finally get down."

"Finally the duty realized that she couldn't do it herself and she helped her down."

Wow, "So Finn," I said "What were you doing to try and help her get down?"

"Oh, I was just yelling things to help her!"

"Like what?"

" Like JUMP!!!"

That's it Finn can just forget about being a crisis negotiator. I definitely don't want him next to me if I'm on a ledge somewhere.

Did you know that bad words have a monarchy?

Tonight Finn said to me, "Mom do you know that the A word is the king of bad words.? It is???? Yes, and Poop and Pee are the guards. Toot is the gate, and do you know what the queen is mom? How could I not say what? Its Butt mom, and that is really confusing because butt isn't even really that bad of a word.

How did you think of all this Finn. "I didn't," he said, "I sat with a new boy on the bus, and he told it to me."

I am grateful that he doesn't always sit by that boy, and that they both think those are the worst words, but I may start driving them to school a lot more.

(I have to apologize here for the excess of potty words in this post, but I can't say it will never happen again. I do have 5 boys after all.)