Cracking Me Up!

Yesterday we had been cleaning in the bonus room and ran across some of Sam's old SEGA game system plugs. When we were done, he couldn't wait to find his old SEGA system, and plug it in and play some of these old games.

So in preparation to go FIND the items in the garage, he put on his big puffy gorilla slippers, a hoodie, gloves, and carried with him a huge flashlight, a big air-soft rifle and small air-soft pistol -- ALL OF THIS, mind you, to go downstairs into...the...garage.

He was preparing for critters, creepy crawlies, and other potential "things" that may attack him and FREAK HIM OUT as he searched for his games. I was cooking in the kitchen as he went down, and cracking up at his warrior preparation!

 

 

He looked for a little while, and got a little creeped out being down there by himself  (seriously?) and when he came upstairs he called his Dad to see if he could give him direction as to where in the garage to look. Steve told him where to look -- in the bonus room. Sam went upstairs and found the SEGA stuff.  BAAAHAHAHA!