Nazis and creative killing (totally unrelated)

Finn: Hey Mom, I was looking in the Nazi part of the car, and..

Me: The what now? The what part of the car?

Finn: The NAZI part Mom. God. You know that Nazi part, where all the stuff I cant touch is. NAZI.

Me: What the hell are you talking about?

Finn: The Nazi part. There is your seat, and Dads seat, and then in the middle there is that spot...

Me: The NOT SEAT part?

Finn: yeah Mom, geeze what did you THINK I was saying!?!




Bedtime. Snuggled up with Finny




Finn: Mom, I don't want you to die. I don't EVER want you to die.

Me: Oh finny, don't worry, I am not going to die!

Finn: But Mom, when I am a grown up, and your old, I don't want you to die! I ll be so sad when you die. If I need you, you wont be there cause you'll be died.

Me: Finn. I am going to be around for a long time, go to sleep, Ill be here in the morning, I promise.

Finn: But...*looking down, sad eyes* what if you get killed by a stone skeleton?

Me: I don't even know what that is. Don't worry about it.

Finn: *lips curling up, slow grin* What if you get died by an invisible monster with a crossbow?

Me: I am not gong to get died by a monster with an invisible cross bow...

Finn: No! HES invisible, not his crossbow *happy eyebrows, full face smile*

Me: Now I am pretty sure your trying to kill me off...

Finn: No Mom, I am really worried!! What if, a Mombie hunts you down and you get run over by a car *bouncing up and down, clapping hands*.

Me: Ooookay, Goodnight!

Finn: OH! Tractors!!! Out of an airplaine!!!