With Kitty working late, we were instructed to head to the taco truck - our current favorite West Seattle fine dining establishment - for dinner. As I was picking Finn up from Jena's, he asked if I had to go to the baseball game. I told that I wouldn't be going anywhere tonight, that I just wanted to hang out with him.
I asked him if he wanted tacos and he said no. I asked him where he wanted to go for dinner. He replied that he didn't want to go to dinner. He just wanted to hang out with me.
That earned him a trip to Giannoni's for pizza and a Mighty Machines Power Pack at Target.
I don't care if he was playing me. That was worth it. I even let him brush my teeth as I tried to brush his, as seen above.
And yes, it is as fun as it looks. Until he stabs you in the back of the throat.
Incidentally, as a YouTube digger/firetruck/garbage truck addict, I thought he had seen them all. That is, until I found this. I think it literally blew his mind, particularly because we watched it right after his third birthday. Freaky.