Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Lizard Stomping Day

I didn't want to believe it. My shaking hand nearly dropped the phone. Could it be true? Was my little boy a bonafide stone-cold killer??! No, my wife explained. He was just stomping his feet as he shrieked at the poor little reptile. The boy's supersonic vocal chords must have pierced the lizard's fragile eardrums, driving it to scamper unwittingly underneath the Shoes of Death. It was an accident. After all, does a 1.5 yr-old even have the fine motor skills to commit such a horrid act?

The darkness subsides, the monster sleeps. The night mourns in silence.

1 comment:

Alissa said...

it was so so sad.