There is an earlier post on this blog of Finlay and father sacked out on the couch. Here's the next instalment from last weekend. Look closely at the bottom left of the photo (and ignore Finlay's open-mouthed snoring - he had a cold).
Why it's Turnip - equally tired! She's probably exhausted from Finlay crawling all around the apartment in pursuit of her that day. That's a new hobby.
Finlay now has an all-purpose word for everything: "da!". As in - point at the cat and say "da!" Look out the window of a streetcar and say "da!"
We guess it will take him a year to differentiate between "der", "das" and "die". Lord knows his father needed about 15 years, and still gets lots of them wrong.
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