Last week my darling Christian Daniel found a bumblebee costume hanging in his brother's closet and insisted that he wear it (even though it was quite warm).
After putting it on, he ran, and ran, and ran, and then ran a bit more. I took a gazillion pictures, but they were all blurs because of this. I did catch him when he took an all too brief rest....
And then a mischeivious look came across his face while the phone began to ring....
And THIS is what I found after taking said call. Two minutes later, 10 keys had been taken off of my netbook and 3 hidden. Busy-bee-banshee-boy was sent to bed for a nap, and it took me nearly an hour to find the pieces and put them back on.
A few are still loose, but at least they are on. Moral of the story? Don't leave busy-bee-banshee-boys alone for a split second, or you could end up missing your p's and q's.
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