My Killer

This evening my DS found some poor innocent bug crawling on the playroom tile floor. After much inspection DS decides this bug must die. First he tries yelling “die buggy” nope he’s still movin , then DS tries killing it with his finger but alas too slow so DS moves on to the pounding fist AAAHHH sweet relief of death. DH and I marvel at his “killer” instincts. I then tell DS get rid of the dead body so DD doesn’t crawl over and eat it. At which point DS started crying hysterically. I guess the Marines will have to wait. He’s still my baby!

A Place For Everything

removing the clutter...forever