Sunday, November 29, 2009

Words Escape Me

Sometimes I just don't know what to do with Evan...
today he comes walking home very very carefully and slowly, from down the street and around the corner where he had been playing, with extreme distress in his voice carrying a half dead bee on his shoulder. I laughed so hard and had to get a picture while Evan stood there having a major panic attack and seeing no humor it it at all, pleading to get it off. Ah Evan...how I love you.

2 comments:

Traci said...

Awwllll...

Mallard Nest said...

Poor Evan!!! I would be freaking out!!!!