Yesterday afternoon my son was sitting in his room playing with Lego's and listening to the radio. The song "Glamorous Life" by Fergie came on. I am a hip mama. I ran to his room, asked him to turn it up, and began to boogie down. What? You aren't familiar with this song? I'll give you the chorus here: "The glamorous The glamorous glamorous ( The glamorous life) For the glamorous Ooh flossy, flossy (the flossy flossy)The glamorous The glamorous, glamorous ( The glamorous life) For the glamorous Ooh the flossy, flossy." We may not be too fussy about our "flossy flossy" (what ever that means) but we do know how to party. And while I was happily dancing away I looked up and noticed this with a moment of very real horror:
What IS it? Is it a BAT?
My son assured me this was not a bat.
Opps, better get a real tool. Yep, a light saber should do it.

Oh look, my daughter has the good sense to keep her distance.
Unfortunately, my son does not. He actually greets this thing! But really now, what should I expect? This is the kid who collected bug carcasses only to discover with great joy and thrill that the bugs were dead and fertile at the same time! And he was soon the proud Papa of brand new baby maggots! Which now live in his room:

And he sleeps with these curious things nearby as well:

What is that? I don't know. I think it came out of Shrek's right ear. Oh by the way, that thing on the ceiling? The dear long lost Goo-rat, I should have known. Oh, we lead a "Glamorous Life" alright.