Yesterday, we found something PREEEETTY cool in the front yard.
Our neighbor boy decided it would be fun to torment the poor thing - over and over.
Little Bug sat there and laughed HYSTERICALLY each time the praying mantas was flicked high into the air - over and over.
My heart was begging the boy to stop the inhumane treatment of the bug, and my heart was sad that my little precious son was finding this SO FUNNY...
But my head was telling me to let just boys be boys - over and over.
I'm trying to not worry about messes.
I'm trying to let Little Bug play in the dirt as much as he can.
I'm trying to let him be a BOY.
over and over.