Conversations with a three year old

Fin was supposed to be taking a nap. I was supposed to be catching up on my emails. All of a sudden he's at my elbow.

"Fin, you're supposed to be in bed."

"Mama, you wook hungree."

"I look hungry?"

"Yeah, wet me get chu a snack."

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Fin is attempting to take the shell off a hard boiled egg all by himself, but he keeps pushing too hard and makes holes in the egg. Frustrated, he lets out a big sigh and says

"uuuggghhh! WHAT is going ON with me?!"

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Once again Fin is supposed to be napping.

"Mama? Do you know where Sissy is?"

Me, alarmed: "Why? She's not in bed?"

"No, she just isn't there."

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In the car:

"Mama can you put on a sast (fast) song?"

"Umm...like this?"

"No, wike weally weally sast." pumps hand into the air frenetically

"This one?"

"NO! I wanna rock out. Wike the ones with the guy goes rwwwaarrrw rwwwarrw" and does his best impression of Daddy's heavy metal music.