Fingy Off

This week Marin went to her cousins house because my parents were on vacation. As we were driving to Seamy, Clau Clau, and Brigy's house, Ed and I heard a "HELP" coming from the backseat.

Me: Marin, what do you need help with.
Marin: Fingy
Me: What is wrong with your finger?
Marin: Fingy off.
Me: You want your finger off.
Marin: Yes (as she is pulling it and grunting as hard as she can) and says MOM PULL.

We still do not know why she thinks she only needs four fingers, but we did not help her make her dream come true. Earlier this morning Ed asked Marin to demonstate how she would pull off her finger. We captured it above.