Sweet, sweet soul
Two nights ago the boys slept over at my folks house. This morning, I picked Quintus up to take him to a friend and he broke down crying when he saw me.
“Mommy, I feel so bad”
“Why? What happened?”
“I accidently killed a moth. It was sitting on my ipod and I thought it was just a stick. I didn’t know. I feel so bad. I didn’t mean it.”
Oh my poor, sweet, sensitive boy. Upset because he accidently killed a moth.