Sunday, June 20, 2010
So I am taking just as much interest in the bugs as LM. We followed an inch worm about yesterday and saved the little guy from certain death. We are all about saving the bugs. When we find one in the house, LM says, "Mom, get the paper, get the paper." If I'm not quick enough he'll do it himself. He has picked up the technique: hold out the paper, the bug will crawl on the paper and then take him outdoors.
That is. Until I heard about the side track lessons that he's been receiving on the side. By my own mother!
So she's divorced and LM is the most important man in her life. He's got a really special place in her heart and she spoils him to no end. Now she's actually training him to pick up some of those manly duties, like, official bug killer. She has taught him how to step on bugs in the house, kill them, pick them up with paper, carry them over to the toilet and flush them down! She even taught him how to use a fly swatter to get the flying ones!
Of course he gets a big kick out of the sport of this, and also digs feeling really useful. So now he's a living dichotomy: upstairs put the bug outside and make mommy happy, downstairs kill the bug and make grandma happy. Sometimes when we're outside he follows the ants around the sidewalk and then starts smacking his foot down on them, "I smash you!" oh it's horrible. I try to tell him that it hurts them, but good luck getting it out of his system as long as gramma is rewarding him every time he smashes one for her.
at 11:29 PM