Growing up in a family of all girls (except for my dear ole’ dad), every day is a bit of an adventure in my world of growing boys.
Yesterday I heard some clanging around in the kitchen and as I walked out I saw my 6 year old boy rummaging through the pots and pans.
As I rounded the corner I noticed that he was clenching his fist as if he was holding a precious treasure.
“Ayden, do I want to know what you’re doing?” I cautiously inquired.
To which my sweet southern boy responded:
“I need to get me a fryin’ pan…I’m gonna fry me up a dead bug!”
Well, you know what they say in the South….everything’s better when fried!
Oh Lord, be with me….this is all new territory for a girl like myself….
1 comment:
So, did he actually fry up the bug and eat it???? Butter and garlic would make it really yummy! :) heeheehee
MA
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