I’m sitting on my front room couch trying to decide if anything fun happened today worthy of blogging about, when I hear Billy scream,
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
I then watch him run from his bedroom to the hallway with an almost scared look on his face and twitchy legs and squeal to Kevin,
“There’s a BUG in the house!”
Being the good mom I am, I continue to sit on the couch and watch this unfold.
Kevin comes out of our bedroom, walks into Billy’s room with Billy still quivering along side him. I then hear,
(Kevin) “Where is the bug? Over here?”
(Billy almost crying) “Yeeee-ay.”
(Kevin) “That. That is NOT a bug. That is fur from one of your stuffed animals.”
(Billy) “Oh.”