Has anyone seen my son?

I think somebody swiped Finn and left a cranky version of behind.    It could dredded teeth or perhaps a slight cold, but the kid is mad.  I mean really mad.   He wants to do what he wants to do.  Period.   Do not try telling him a thing like, “Do not touch the dails on the stove.”  “Do not go in the pantry and spill breadcrumbs on the floor.”   He sinks to his knees,  arches his head all the way back to the floor and wails.   While the flexiblity is impressive,  it is not a pretty sight.    Where is that cute little guy that stayed in one spot and happily played with his blocks?  Sigh. 


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