Thats a really great question...

My 7 year old comes up with some of the most intersting questions.
The other day he came up with the mother lode.

While in the Dollar Store, he turns to my husband, and in all seriousness asks
"Hey Dad??  Why dont Geese have boobs??"

Digging for buried treasure??

the other day I caught Peter with his finger up his nose, rooting around.

I stopped and just looked at him and watched him as he was just going to town.

I thought "If this kid digs any higher he will poke his brain!"

 So I finally had to say something.

ME: Peter do you need to blow your nose

PETER: (Pulls finger out of nose, brandishing the worlds largest boogie) No, I got it.

(inhales deeply)Whew...I can breathe again!

ME: I'll bet you can!  that is one giant booger. 

PETER: Yeah, thats what I was digging around for up there.

Why are little boys so gross??

I guess I should be thankful he asked for a tissue to wrap it up and throw it away. Finn would have just eaten it.

So THATS what they are made of

Last night Finn and Peter were downstairs watching me and charles play Tetris on the wii.(charles having thoroughly trounced me 95% of time. I am not a good tetris player. I dont look ahead at the pieces that are coming and get frustrated when it lands or sticks to something I CLEARLY told it NOT to land on and then try and scramble to make it work. CHarles pounces and takes advantage and is a MEAN BOY!. But whatever, I digress. He knows.)

They had already had their allotted playtime on it, and needed to find something else to do.

However I would like to point out that at the begining of every game they clearly stated Go mom! Kick dad's butt".  just a little brag(im the favorite)

Peter was laying down playing with his transformers. Finn dumped out his box of Lincoln Logs and was building a dilapidated shack barn? stable? general store??? ...something with a donkey and a roof and a leaning tower of logs.

He looks over to Peter and they have the following conversation:(imagine Finn doing his script in a sing songey kind of way)

FINN: Hey Peter, wanna play Lincoln Logs with me?

PETER: No, now leave me alone.

FINN: It will be fun!

PETER: I said no! Now leave me alone...AGAIN

FINN: You'll Like it!

PETER: Finny, I dont want to play Lincoln Logs I want to play with my Transformers so go away

FINN: are you sure?

PETER: Yes

FINN: They're made out of real Lincoln!

PETER: Oh, Okay.

The fact that the logs were made from "real Lincoln"  was the  point that made peter change his mind.

Way to sell it Finn.

a few minutes later the transformers were visiting this Real Lincoln structure and asked if they could Pet Finns Donkey.  Finn said "Sure, he doesnt bite... except on Thursdays"

That kid. Where he comes up with half this stuff, I will never know.

I DEFINITELY spawned a hairwrecker

Finn decided to cut his hair again.
We have been reading "Junie B Jones is a Beauty Shop Guy". I dont know if that is where he got the idea, or if he really liked the feeling of a shaved head after his first foray into the world of cosmetology.

The other day he was outside playing with the hose. He CLAIMS he was rinsing off his scooter.
(And I am Marilyn Monroe).
So he came inside a while later and I noticed a spot on the top of his head that his hair looked kind of funny. It kind of looked like there were a few spots that had been wet, so maybe those spots were matted down or something. An hour later I noticed it again.

ME: Finn, Come over here.

FINN: What? What is it mom?

ME: Just come here, I need to see something

FINN: Peter did it.

ME: What did Peter do?

FINN: (quietly) Cut my hair.

PETER: LIAR! I didnt do it. You faker!

FINN: Yes you did Peter.

PETER: NO! No i didn't. You're Lying.

ME: Peter did you cut his hair?

PETER: No.

ME: Finn, did Peter cut your hair?

FINN: (silence)

ME: Peter did you HELP finn cut his hair?

PETER: no.

ME: Peter did you know finn was cutting his hair?

PETER: Yes. I watched him do it.

ME: Why didnt you tell him to stop.

PETER: Well he never listens to me anyway.

ME: Finn, did you ask Peter to cut your hair?

FINN: Uh-huh.

ME: Did he help you?

FINN: He watched.

ME: DO i need to put you on my blog again so people can make fun of you?

So now Finn has two strips of his head that are about 1 to 1 1/2 inches long that have no hair.
This time I am NOT messing with it. If he is going to be a Beauty Shop Guy, then he is going to have to live with the consequences.
I REALLY thought that after the first incident of hair cuttery that it would be the end of it.

But like I said 3 months ago, once a hairwrecker, always a hairwrecker.

Do they let hairwreckers into Cosmetology school??

PS: I have decided to go full time. That way I dont have to give up anything, and will be done in a year.