Tuesday, April 5, 2011

My Martian, My Bear, My Baby

While making breakfast a few mornings ago, I was greeted by this, this, pencil eared martian.

I was going to type freak, but that doesn't sound so nice.

This is my 8 year old baby.

He likes to help me cook.

He loves grilled chicken and raw red bell peppers.

He likes to tote large guns and weapons about the house.

I feel so safe and protected.

He's very creative and imaginative and loves to make things with paper and tape.

He's a lot like his zany older brother, L2. But he's not a foodie.

At all.

And it's a really really good thing he's so cute.

Perplexed at times,
The Lunch Lady


Jim said...

Haha - sounds like your 8 year-old baby and my 8 year-old baby have a lot in common!

Denise said...

Oh. My. Goodnes. What a way to grow up.

I shall never ever show these pictures to my boys.

They will want that nerf gun.

Glad you are sooooooooooooooo well protected!