Being a momma to a boy....

Yesterday Jonathan and I were outside pulling weeds (well I was pulling weeds and he was mowing the lawn with his toy mower) when I noticed a HUGE grasshopper. If you know me you know that I am not really afraid of bugs but I don't exactly LOVE them and they freak me out a little bit. But being the good momma to a boy that I am I pointed it out to him, fully expecting us to ooh and ahh over this HUGE grasshopper before it hops on its merry way. Jonathan reaches out to the grasshopper and I thought he would jump away... nope he picks him up and I start doing a little EWW EWW EWW scream... the grasshopper has a death grip on Jonathan's fingers and we both start to do the little scream (because he is really into mimicking EVERYTHING). Finally the grasshopper lets go and falls to the ground. Jonathan has the hugest smile on his face and goes for it again. Being the quick thinking momma that I am I find a little stick so we can poke the grasshopper (because in my mind that is better than actually touching him). The whole time I kept thinking... be a brave boy momma you can do this! I am sure my neighbor thought we were crazy chasing this grasshopper around the yard. I finally had to rescue the poor grasshopper from the toddler (he might have been slightly injured... the grasshopper, not the toddler) by convincing him to hold onto the stick with his two good legs and safely placing him in a bush. At the end of this I couldn't help but think... what am I going to do when he picks up something REALLY gross.... like a snake or something... I better start working on my bravery!