Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Oddly enough, 15 years ago today, I gave birth to this person.
Weirdest thing. I gave birth to this person. Finneas Scott. Today, he turns 15.
He was a hilarious-looking baby -- cheeky and purposeful, a brooding baby -- one that seemed like he was contemplating a foreign film. We were once asked to leave the audience of a small crowd gathered in a coffee shop around an acapella singing group because his intense stare was making it hard for the singers to keep a straight face.
An incredible memory for film lines, he turned to us at two and repeated his first, "You can't change the past, Buster," from Arthur and very profound.
At three, he'd coined the joyful phrase (always to be shouted as loudly as possible), "Het da day!" It's best said if raising a sword or wearing a cape. We don't really know what it means -- but we do. I mean, Het da day! It's self-explanatory.
Put on his first peewee soccer league in Newark, Delaware -- at four or five or so -- he spent his time trying to corral the other kids into playing the roles he'd mapped out for them -- Batman, Robin, Joker. On his first baseball team, he twisted his cap and wore it upright and convinced others to do the say -- as part of super-hero headgear.
He said the word Batman so much that it was his younger brother's first word.
When teaching Finn French as a little kid, he would only say, "Je m'appelle Robin."
After French camp one summer, he said, exasperated, "The French! They have a different word for EVERYTHING!"
And at the end of a long day of Vacation Bible Camp, he said, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. It's all they ever talk about."
Well, he's passionate. I mean, he loves the movie Inception so much that he's made me swear not to be critical of the third act -- ever -- which I'd discuss here (even briefly) but I'm not allowed.
This past week, while watching the opening of Midnight in Paris -- no credits, only shots of Paris to music -- he said, "If Woody Allen plays the credits over the actors' faces, I'm going to be pretty annoyed." And then Woody Allen plays credits over a black screen while the actors are talking. "Really? Oh, come on!" (I'd have never noticed.)
He went to districts in acting this past week and ran into a kid faking a British accent, girls flocking around the kid. Finn knew the kid was faking. So he walked up and shook his hand and said in a pretty sweet British accent, "I'm from just outside of Manchester. You?" And the kid buckled. And then they engaged in an Accent-Off.
He wanted to create a quotable line, so he worked, really honed it and came up with, "It's not our enemy's victory that defeats us. It's our own loss." You have to say it in a deep voice, slowly -- a mix between General Douglas MacArthur and Vince Lombardi, a man among men... and maybe some Barry White.
He's funny -- really truly funny, deep down, and right on the surface of his skin, funny. He's sweet -- a wonderful brother. He's smart. He's disarming. He's been in a lot of FSU Film School films and he's fierce on screen -- because you see what's inside of him -- and he is lit up from within -- a bright and brilliant soul.
Happy Birthday, my son, Finneas Scott.
And, as always, het da day!
Posted by Julianna Baggott at 9:41 AM