The Joy Of Having A Boy

Lord knows I hate bugs. Lord knows I hate spiders. I am terrified of both. Donovan is the one who kills these little creatures if they are anywhere near me.

Every morning before I take Liam to the baby-sitters house we walk out into the garage so that I can load everything up, including him, into the car. As I was putting my purse, his diaper bag, my lunch and everything else into the car he was wondering through the garage. I was not paying attention to him. My hands were full. As a mother I always feel like my hands are full.

Just as I put everything, except my wonderful son, into the car I turned around to get him. He was walking towards me with something in his hand. As any mother would do, I put my hand out to grab whatever he was trying to hand me. He put it into my hand and the first thing he says is "bug momma". Sure enough, I had the most ugliest dead bug in my hand. I gasped and threw it down. Before I could stop him from picking it up again he beat me to the punch and put it right back into his hand. He insisted I hold the dang thing. He kept saying over and over "bug, bug, bug, bug". Yes Liam, I see the bug. "Hode it mama". "No Liam, mommy doesn't like bugs". "Pweeeese". So just to appease him I prayed to the Lord to give me the strength to grab this darn thing. So I did. He smiled and as soon as he turned his head I threw it. After he was buckled in and we were ready to go, I ran inside and washed my hands.

I can only imagine what he is going to want me to hold next. Ahhhhhhhh.