While I was cooking dinner tonight, Gillian was playing with magnets on the fridge. She was trying to put all the letters in order. She sat there contently for quite some time. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw her running to put a shoe under the bench in the living room. I asked “Beansy, whatcha doing?” She came over to me and said “I saw a bug. I was going to squish it. But it’s fast!” I said “Where’s the bug?” She said “Over there. It’s a cricket.” I asked “Are you sure it wasn’t black?” I thought it was an ant. She said “No. It was blonde. But I don’t see it anymore.” And she sat back down and played with the letters again. My little lady is tough. A little bug isn’t going to stop her.