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

Today was Sean’s birthday party.  He’s my friend from the end of our cul-de-sac.  He turned 2 a few days ago.  The big party was down at the pavilion next to the Arbor Creek playground.  Mom and Dad let me drive my fire truck down to the party too, now that I’m an expert.  Ok, so maybe I’m not technically considered an expert because I can’t steer AND put my foot on the gas pedal at the same time.  But at least I look cool when I’m driving it.  I just wish Mom had let me wear my new red cowboy hat to the party.  It would’ve totally matched my fire truck.  But Mom said it makes me look like a gay cowboy, whatever that is.  Hmph.  Like she could even know that.

So, on another note, while we were driving to the party, an off-duty Holly Springs fireman pulled over to say ‘hi.’  He told Mom to bring me down to the fire station this week to check out the real fire trucks!!!!!!!  OMG!  And it’s not even my birthday!

We ended up checking out of the party early, so that we could head home for nap time.  Mom said it was important to go down for our nap on time time today because we had to head to Noah and Truman’s house after nap.  We were going for a cookout, and Mom made brownies to bring along.  Mmmmm….brownies.