The other day I went to snap a few shots of this favorite past-time:
Backing up, carefully of course:Adjusting the air:Utter bliss: Then, later that day, I heard a blood-curdling scream. I had just stepped out of the bathroom (where Weston was taking a bath) for a micro-second to grab a towel. Alarmed, I rushed to the edge of the bath to see what was causing such intense distress: Sometimes pincher bugs get in the bath, so I thought maybe he had been pinched. Nope, no pincher bugs in sight. What could it be? He had inched himself over to one little corner of the bath where he was leaning away from something that had to be absolutely horrifying.
Of course! I finally discovered the culprit:What do you mean you don't see anything? There, above, is a little black dot. An ant to be exact. Yes, my son screamed like a girl on fire over an ant.
At least he still likes to wrestle, smash things, and flirt with all the little girls in nursery. Otherwise I might be a little worried!