The Life & Times of Finnegan Buckley The terribly exciting and ever expanding world of me, myself

Friday was not just another day in the life of Finnegan Buckley.  Oh no.  It was a day that I’ll always remember.  The day I had my first Icee (or Slushee, as my mom calls it).  It’s almost as good as your first real kiss – not that I would know…YET!

Mom was going a little stir crazy that day…we’d had one too many rainy days around these here parts and she decided that we’d go to Tar-zhay to play.  The playground hadn’t dried out yet, so that wasn’t an option, unfortunately. 

So things started out per u-zhu-al….got a few groceries…worked our way through the toy section…oh wait, we should probably chat about this for a few moments, cuz it was great too. 

Part 1 is the car aisle.  It’s usually crammed with 2 yr old boys pressing every button on every car they can reach, and this day was no different.  It took about 20 minutes to work our way through every car they had…even the scary ones that sounded like they could eat me. 

Then it was off to the ball section.  This is where the skies parted and the sun shone down on me…it’s like God himself was directing me to play in this aisle.  He said “Finnegan my son…ye shall partake of these round objects, they are fun to bounce.”  I told mom this but she didn’t believe me, and after she grew tired of chasing balls around the store we were off to our third aisle….sand toys!  Big giant dump trucks with monster wheels, perfect for driving through the sand.  And if you don’t believe me, check out what these boys at the playground were doing with smaller, wimpy, dump trucks!

I CAN’T WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, so I digress….Icee’s…right!

So after about 90 minutes of that, we go through the checkout aisle, pay for our groceries, and off we go towards the exit door. 
But wait…we’re slowing down by the little food section near the door…I seize upon this opportunity…mom must be having a weak moment….I start pointing wildly at everything I can see and making mad monkey noises.  Both fingers are pointing, in every direction.  At the drinks, at the pretzels..even at the kids standing in line.  Anything.  Something.  Please, oh please oh please.  Somebody do something.

And then a miracle happens.  I hear my mom ordering a kid-sized Icee.  She tells me that I was so good today and that she’s going to get me a special treat.  I just wish my dad was here to document this on film cuz it sounds as if it’s a very special moment and I want this moment saved forever.  For all eternity.  So that I can relive it again and again and again.

So here it is at last.  A Cherry Orange Icee.  I don’t even know how to describe it except to say that it was the most sweet, slightly fizzy, freezing cold, orange-y, slightly cherryish tasting thing I’d ever had.  And mom let me hold the cup by myself and drink out of the straw.  Ok, so maybe I was still sitting in the carriage, but hey, baby steps.  Don’t knock a guy while he’s experiencing frozen goodness in a cup.

Now, if only I hadn’t dropped the dang thing the day would’ve been PERFECT!