Tonight my intrepid Scouts returned from their pack meeting-turned-Christmas-Party and Rascal proudly displayed a prize he’d won. I grabbed my husband’s arm and fake-screamed (sort of). Haus Meister said in mild disbelief, “Yes, he traded a boy a fire-starter for that thing.”
The first time I step on it in the dark, it’s outta here.
(and just so you know, it moves around when you pull the string on its back)
Right there with ya, sistah!! Maybe the thing will “accidentally become lost/broken/go on vacation” 🙂
Do the wings open up, too? He is all boy, gotta love him.
Love, Grandma Rie
If the wings opened up, I’d be after it with a tennis racket, should it come at me unawares. 😉
Haha! That thing is so cool. .It’s not just a boy thing, though–Rose loves bugs, and we have a variety of creepy-crawlies around all the time here. Hank is not interested in them nearly as much: he prefers his tools and cars. 🙂
A reader of my blog sent Jeremiah a toy called a Hex-Bug. The little thing twitters around the floor and drives me crazy. The first time I step on it, it is gone!
Be thankful, can you image the havoc he’d create with a…FIRE-STARTER!