This afternoon, I took the boys and Lucy to the park. While they were playing, I was sitting nearby at a picnic table, feeding Lucy a bottle. Zander started down the slide head first and all of a sudden, he stopped mid-slide and started to freak out. “Mom! There’s a bug! You need to kill it!” Well, Lucy was almost a sleep, and still eating, so I couldn’t exactly hop up and take care of this bug. I told him that he would be fine, and he just needed to keep going down the slide. He refused. Stayed exactly where he was, about on the verge of tears. Another little girl was at the park and she came bouncing over, “I’ll kill the bug for you!” She walks to the slide, smashes the bug with the palm of her hand, and she bounced away.
Only my little boy would need a *girl* to rescue him from a bug! In a few years, I’m guessing Lucy will have to take over the bug-killing position!