Cryin' Ryan is OBSESSED with bugs..... well, bugs and clocks.
The past couple of weeks Pee-baby has channeled most of his energy towards our insect friends.
At least once a day he brings me a paper and a pencil and wants me to draw bugs.
He stands at the front door yelling "A BUG! A BUG! A BUG!" for questionable amounts of time.
I've always been a little bit obsessed with bugs. I think they are frieking cool.
Everyday Ryan and I go outside and look for bugs. We find them and poke them with sticks, then I put them in a jar and Ryan carries them around the rest of the day.
I never really kill bugs unless they are in my house. Even then, I just grab a kleenex, squish it, and unceremoniously flush it down the toilet.
No big deal.
I don't make sound effects and I certainly don't do an evil laugh afterwards.
Which is why I was a little concerned when I witnessed this:
I don't know whether to be proud that I have such a hard-core/manly baby or if I should should get a lawyer for his future criminal offenses.
