The continuing exploits of Mr. Finnegan as he conquers the world with his cuteness.

I had the pleasure of visiting my grandparents who live to the South. Nana Pam and Papa Henry were most accomodating, even putting up a large sign in my honor.

Sign of the times

I opened my present and found that thing I covet most, a small box covered with buttons. It is called a “phone”, but it also looks like a television remote, which is the one thing I simply must have whenever I see it.

The best present of all, however, was the soft carpet of shiny green grass that tickled my toes as I strode across it in glee.

Barefoot in the grass

Now that I have grown to such a mature age I am wondering when I will be allowed to drive the car. I am getting so weary of always sitting in the back.