All Boy

Caleb held his fists tight and slung the contents of one of them at me. What was it he threw at me? A bettle....a live beetle. Just as I was getting over the shock of having an orange bug hurled at me, he pelted another one my way with his other hand. He had retrieved them from his car. They weren't supposed to be there so he was getting rid of them. And what better way to clean out his car than to throw them at his mama.