I figured out last night how to make Owen really, really happy. Unfortunately, this thing is also on my list of things that make me really really UNhappy.
After small group at our house, we discovered a disgustingly large, freakishly loud cicada flying around. Owen (who is more like his dad every day) finds great satisfaction in hunting and catching bugs. This cicada was no exception, and he keeled over laughing as one of the guys flailed his arms to avoid being hit in the head with this thing. Owen chased it for awhile and finally one of the guys caught it and put it in Owen's hands. I was as freaked out as he was pleased that he had captured this screeching insect, and I think it made his week - maybe his life.
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