"Mom! There's a fly!"

Talk about motherly guilt! I wanted to take the kids pictures while they were having a picnic in their playhouse. I kept telling them, "Look at me! Smile!" And started to kind of demand it! (It doesn't feel good to stand there in a squat position with a watermelon attached to my belly.)

The kids said, "Mom! But there's a fly in our house!"

"It's okay kids! It's fine! Just LOOK and smile!"

"But mom!"

Frowns.

This is how the story goes:

I get this first picture of them looking at the "fly".

Then Hadley smiles in order to obey my demands and Trent is a concerned older brother.

Then I get this "very disappointed in mom"look from Trent.

And what happens after the three pictures? It's not a fly! It's a wasp! Building a nest!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BAD BAD MOM!!!!!!!!!!