Mom: Fin? Finny? Where are you?
Fin: Psst, Mom. I'm in here.
Mom (Opening the closet door): In here? I don't see you?
Fin: Over here, behind the laundry basket, and Dad's pants.
Mom: What are you hiding from?
Fin: Hiding? I'm not hiding.
Mom: Well you're late for breakfast, it's almost 5:30am. Why don't you come out?
Fin (Whispering): Can you bring my breakfast in here?
Mom: No! Hey your not scared of the rain and thunder are you?
Fin: No! I'm just catching up on my closet inspection duties. Is the storm over yet?
Fin (Running past Mom to kitchen): Let's go Mom! The day is practically over!