Bug... bug... bug...

Boston has an older sister so you can expect to see my little man playing with barbies and dolls, but when we visited grandma and grandpa stout last night I was happy to see my little guy trying to pick up a flying ant (not sure if that's what they are called but that's what they look like). He really is my little boy and likes boy things. Well that is until he sees little miss Londynn freaking out over an ant. Yup my little girl is scared of ants (and flies and bees and... but you're not surprised are you?) Boston went from trying to pick up the bugs to totally freaking out not wanting to move and crying to be picked up. Even while he was being held he was worried about the ants on the ground and at one point started crying owie and pointing to his shoe. Grandma took off his shoe and I think he thought the dirt on his foot were bugs because he freaked out a little more. Bug, bug, bug was all he had to say while the tears ran down his face.