Bug Watchin'

Gerald and I were sitting, eating a Chimichanga for dinner tonight in our family room, while watching a new telefav of ours, "Ice Road Truckers".

The three boys were in the kitchen eating their meal, chatting about video games and how a bug with no wings made his way onto the dining room ceiling.

The two girls were having a sleepover with two sisters from school who happen to be the same ages as our girls. Cool, huh?

The anticipation of yet another round of video games made for a rather quick supper for the boys, and soon all was silent as they retreated into Jake's room.

Ahhh...the peace and quiet only video equipment can bring.

Suddenly, Zac zoomed toward the back bathroom and yelled something about "havin' to pee". Then, as quick as he had run into the bathroom, we heard "the flush" and then saw Zac zooming back towards the bedroom with video games (no, he did not wash his hands). We heard one of the kitchen chairs thump and we just assumed he had purposefully smacked it with his hand, as usual, when he was running except, all of a sudden, he let out a terrible wail and came quickly run-walking back into the family room holding his eye.

After I checked out his eye, his eyesight and the kitchen table, he finally quieted down enough to tell me how this all had happened:

"I was watchin' the bug!"

"What bug?"

"The one on the CEILING, Mom!"

He was running full speed while watching the bug on the ceiling.

Definitely, his father's child.