We learned something new about Finn this week. Apparently, he has the ability to catch mice with his bare hands. He was at a farm with his grandparents and they came across a cat playing with a mouse. Somehow, Finn managed to catch the mouse by his tail and proudly presented his find to his Opa and Omi. The mouse was having none of it, however, and quickly bit Finn on the finger.
The bad news, of course, is that Finn got bit.
The good news is that he now has a more healthy skepticism of animals in general.
The next day, he came across a dog. The owner of the dog was somewhat reticent, so Finn was warned to stay away because the dog might bite him. As soon as he heard the word “bite” he froze. All in all, this is actually great, because a small and insignificant mouse bite is probably the most painless way for Finn to learn that animals are not always predictable.
I am still impressed, though, that Finn was able to catch that mouse by its tail. That is something I would admittedly never try, but even if I tried it my chances at success would be virtually nil.
While Finn was pretending to be the host of his own wild animal show, Tina and I were in the bay area. She attended a conference about communication for non-verbal kids, while I cursed and ranted while dealing with crazy work issues in our hotel room.
Fortunately, when we were together we managed to find a little fun. We saw Bill Maher perform in San Jose (you can see the entire show here, at least for the next few weeks). We caught up with some old friends. We had a wonderful dinner in San Francisco (the Salt House, for those of you who might be wondering, where the scallops are really amazing). We walked the Golden Gate bridge. And then we hightailed it back to the San Jose airport in order to fly back to Finn. San Francisco is cool, but not nearly as cool as my boy.
