About a year and a half ago I made the mistake of freaking out when little Wade caught a bug that randomly flew into the car window. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, sitting on the floor in the front seat, trying to get as far away from him as I could. All this drama while Sam and Wade laughed hysterically and Wade continued shoving his fist full of bug at me.
To this day, whenever Wade sees me, he will find a bug, piece of lint, or even an invisible bug to shove towards me and proudly announce "bug" to make me scream.
To this day, whenever Wade sees me, he will find a bug, piece of lint, or even an invisible bug to shove towards me and proudly announce "bug" to make me scream.
One summer afternoon we took him to the park and started finding rocks to throw into Provo river. When we picked up these rocks we usually found enormous amounts of gross ants and bugs under them. Needless to say, I spent the majority of the blazing hot afternoon running and screaming for my life.
And I still haven't forgiven Sam for not protecting me a little bit better.

















