porkyandthemob

Finis!  Finis!  Finis!  Finis!  This is all I ever hear.  Finis!  Finis!  Finis!  It’s like this kid has no other word in her vocabulary.  Finis – finished.  Finished eating, finished going potty, finished coloring, finished bathing, finished being in time out, finished taking a nap, finished, finished, finished.  Now the real problem isn’t the word, it’s the location of it in whichever process she is working on.  “Finis!”  She yells out.  “Well my darling little girl you actually need to start eating before you’re finished.  Just because you are finished getting buckled into your high chair does not qualify the meal to be over – you actually have to put some food in your mouth.  And no, just because you threw the fork on the floor doesn’t mean you are finished either.”  At least I have the hope that when she is older and a guy comes over to pick her up she’ll say “Finis!” and slam the door in his face before they actually go anywhere.