Bugs...no longer for breakfast.

Sad but I've never been so sure that my son is growing up. This evening, as we climbed the stairs to supper, I squished an ant in front of us on the stairs (the house is full of them, no matter what we do...think we may have to fumigate...circus tent style). He picked it up, he paused to look at it, to study its intricacies...and then casually threw it over his shoulder. Even if the contemplation was there, it was in his head, and he gave no outward signals that he was thinking about what it would taste like. I'm so proud. My boy is growing up. He no longer eats bugs.