I pop it?

This is a good one. We were at the beach early in the summer and found a ladybug (by the way, does anyone out there know why there are often ladybugs on the beach? It seems like such an odd place for them to hang out) in the sand. I put it on my hand and it was crawling around. I showed it to Timmy and he asked "I pop it?" So I asked "Pop it?" cause I wasn’t sure what he meant. Well, he meant exactly what he said– and popped the poor thing by stabbing it with his chubby little finger. All the while I’m yelling "noooooo, don’t pop it" but it was too late.

So while Timmy likes the IDEA of ladybugs, he dosen’t really like the actual ladybug. He asks to put it on his hand and as soon as I get it on there he screams and flings it across the room. It’s pretty funny, although the ladybug probably disagrees. This is one we found in the house the other day which met the flinging demise as well. At least he didn’t pop it.