Murder
I made a big mistake.
I gave in to the requests of my three-year-old (because giving in is so much easier than saying “no”) and now I am an accomplice in the murder of Blake and Trinity’s friend-bug.
It was a florescent green happy flying bug. Even its wings were outlined in beautiful neon-green. The kids told me it was their friend. But Aiden was asking for the fly swatter.
Blake and Trinity protested! They pleaded for their friend’s life. I assured them that Aiden was too awkward to actually hit his target.
And that is where my guilt lies festering. The Jiminy Cricket of my mind told me that Mr. Green Bug was slow. And Aiden just might be able to get it.
“Don’t worry, kids. Aiden can’t actually hit bugs yet. He’ll miss it.”
WHACK!
If only you could see their faces. I have sensitive kids.
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June 27th, 2006 @ 8:01 pm
Oh no! I’m sorry! Never underestimate the power of a three-year-old.
June 30th, 2006 @ 9:42 am
June 30th, 2006 @ 10:07 am
Blake-That’s because it was a few weeks ago. I wrote up the story but was saving it for a week when I didn’t have much blogging time.
June 30th, 2006 @ 2:04 pm