Yesterday Miss 3 ran up to me very excited. “Mom, I need to get a shoe. There is a BIG BUG in the kitchen.”
I was tentative. “Do you want to get daddy?” I asked.
She was assertive. “I can do it!” she yelled. She took off running into her room toward the shoe box.
(If it was me, I would’ve been searching for some kind of big black boot, but she came out with this:)
I shrugged and waited to see what would happen.
Pretty soon, she came running back with this:
(See the “BUG?”)
I stifled laughter as she proudly displayed the “bug” she had stomped.
“What kind of bug is it Mom?”
I squinted at the piece of dead grass, she thought was a dead bug. “Ummm, a grass bug?” I said hesitantly.
She raced to the kitchen to display her trophy to daddy. ‘I killed a BIG GRASS BUG daddy! It almost got my jammies, but I got it!”
A huntress in the making.
