"Not me! I wouldn't hurt a flea!"
"I plead the 5th" "What if I did do? What are you going to do about it? WHAT?"
Sigh....They so know that they are in control around here.
But it was a sad thing. Seth won a free fish at a fund-raiser. He was so proud of his fish. He named it "WINNER". We didn't have a fish bowl (believe it or not), so we did the next best thing.
But in the morning, Winner was a loser. No where to be found. What happened to him in those dark hours of the night? I have my suspicions, and they all involve cats. But, to a little boy, these things are important, so off we go to the pet store.
This fish is named SPIRIT, and it has a new home, complete with a lid. No more cat snacks. (At least not yet).
He's so proud of his little fish.
While we were dealing with life and death dramas at home,
the big boys were off playing.
I don't get it. It must be a guy thing.
Why would you want to spend all day shooting guns and rockets when you could be out playing in the dirt?
Isn't this pretty?

