Out of the blue, a conversation begins while driving to 4-H (sleepaway) camp last weekend:

“Molly, what’s the meaning of ‘twinkle’?” asks Finn.

She replies with a great definition — something about light reflecting off of an object in an alternating pattern.

“What’s the other meaning of ‘twinkle’?” he asks.

“There is no other meaning of the word,” Molly and I reply, almost in unison.

“Yes, there is,” he replies.

Think like Finn, I tell myself. “Maybe you mean ‘tinkle’?” I inquire.

“I don’t think so,” says Finn. “Well, what does that mean?”

“Well, it should mean ‘small jingling,’ like chimes ringing. But some people use it to mean ‘peeing’,” I answer.

“Oh, I guess that’s what I meant — tinkle,” says our boy.

[Insert riotous cackles of laughter here. Finn is a very good sport.]

“Don’t tell Dad! Don’t tell anyone!” he yells through giggles.

I can’t help it. I don’t want to forget. The ongoing tales of “Finn-speak” are just one of the reasons I find him so lovable. You can read more here.


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