Boy Child and I were sitting on the porch swing discussing something like the meaning of life. (Okay, actually, we were talking about whether I guy I know at work is a bigger douchelord than a kid at his school. But whateves)
Me: Boy Child, there's a little bug crawling on you.
BC, swiping it away: Acck!
Me, a few moments of douchebaggery-type conversation: Oh look. It's landed on me now.
BC, pinching the bug off my arm: WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?!? MY BIOLOGICAL FATHER? WELL I'LL SHOW YOU!
Boy Child then runs off, places the bug on Ginger's back, and gleefully shouts:
DIE YOU INFIDEL SCUM!
Me: Well. Okay then.
Just a normal Thursday night in my house.