Finn is 7, alive, out loud.
Seven Year Old Finn pours himself out. When he is alive, he is out loud. When loved, he loves. When disappointed, he screams. When joyful, he moves. When overwhelmed, he cries, and every day. Seven Year Old Finn is alive, out loud. When Finn hears something he likes he will repeat it, obsessively. It could be the inflection used to express a word, the chorus of a song, or the melody of a phrases. He appreciates sounds in a way I haven't seen from anyone else. It becomes part of him and he can't help but to embody it. On his birthday the phase that he couldn't stop chanting was: " I know I do, I need some honeydew !" Which confused the Ihop waitress, who in turn brought Finn endless bowls of honeydew alongside his birthday pancakes (Papa David's treat). Finn's vocal expression is like a compulsion at times. As if to stop the repeating once its gripped him is less of a won't but a can't. On the other side of the coin he is quickly overwhel