Well, it's getting to be summer time, sweet friends. The mesquitos are starting to wake up and visit my home. Ya see, I leave the door cracked while the kids are outside. I gots to do that so I can hear them while I cook or clean. ANYWAY, the stinkers have been sneakin' in when I am not noticing. My kids freaked out when it happened the first time. And, it was when we had company (of course). So, here's my big boy totally wiggin out over this bug. One of my friends told Andrew that the big mesquitos were our friends because they ate the bad little mesquitos (i didn't know that, did you?). Then, she suggested that we name him, Bob. That was last week.
Since then Andrew has been telling me that he loves his pet mesquito, Bob. Yup, he talks to the thing as it flies on the wall and in the light.
Last night I was in the laundry room. Andrew was in the kitchen. I hear him yell "someone killed my pet....Bob!!"
Luckily my husband is wise and educated on such critters, and told Andrew that no one killed Bob, but that the freaks...I mean, mesquitos.....don't live for very long.
As Dean is teaching this lesson to my attentive son we hear Gracie in the hall. Shouting "dere he is! Buddy! Dere his is! Hey, Bob!!" Andrew runs in the hall and exclaims "There you are, Bob! I knew you weren't dead!"
Today it was flying around and I coaxed him to go outside. Of course the kids were encouraging him all the way. "Go Bob! I know you can do it! Go outside with all your friends! Go Bob Go!"
Oh the adventures we have in the Shirley house.
I gotta feelin' y'all are gonna tell me to get my kids a pet.
The answer is "no."
