There’s nothing like the uproar of what your kid’s can do the unforseen event’s that parenthood bring’s .. in between the rush of helping my son and my daughter just casually walking into the kitchen and in the midst of me handing something to my son my daughter start’s to freak out and hoping as she stomping to what she say’s “there’s a bug on my foot” stomping like she’s playing “hot potato” or making up a new footstep she slip’s her sock off and run’s away screaming leaving my son and I a bit confused in laughter as I pick up the sock she left and we start to examine it to see if there’s a bug in there and we couldn’t find it so my son chased her saying “there’s no bug” and I start to unroll it inside out as I’m walking after them saying “yeaaahh sweetie there’s nooo… ” “BUUUGGG!” As one huge giant bug with wing’s unrolled from the inside of her still attached to her sock! I screamed holy murder like I just was in a haunted house!! I can’t believe that was on her foot!!
