Boys and Bugs

Boys and bugs...they go together like peanut butter and jelly.

Except you don't eat them...unless you are Alex. When he was two years old, he ate a spider before I could stop him. I actually had to FLOSS it out of his teeth...can I get an "oh gross".

Of course had that been my first child, I probably would have taken him to the emergency room. But you start to learn and I just chalked it up to being a good source of protein.

There is a good reason God gave me boys.

Not too long ago there was a nasty bug in the house and I was trying to figure out how to get it out. I was going to suck it up with the vacumm cleaner but Michael got a paper towel and picked it up. I told him "here let me get the door for you". The sweet boy looked at me and said "that used to be your job mom, now it is mine".

I love to watch Alex and grasshoppers. He actually goes into a trance when he is trying to catch them and play with them.

Some of Alex's best friends have been grasshoppers.

The other day I heard Alex say "there is a lizzard in my shoe". Now we have SO many toy bugs, lizzards, snakes, frogs...I could go on and on.

So him saying there is a lizzard in his shoe really doesn't mean much until he came in the kitchen with a REAL lizzard in his hand. "Can we keep it mom?"

I have a very good answer for that.

"It has to go find its momma", fortunately they still believe that and don't argue because I told them how sad their momma is and is probably looking for them right now!!!

So out it went...many bugs have lived with us for a short while and then they all go back to their momma'.

It is funny as much as I HATE bugs or anything that flies, crawls or pretty much lives outside...that is how much my children LOVE them.

I truly believe God has a sense of humor.