Fireflies

Last night, we let Malcolm stay up late to catch fireflies.  This is the first year he is old enough to do it, and he was very good at it.



First, daddy explained all about fireflies and how to catch them.



It wasn't quite dark enough, so had a little extra time to play on the play set.



Checking out the first on in the jar.



He had caught one, but it climbed out of his hands and flew away. That blur at the top of the photo is the firefly he caught.

Once he figured out how to spot them, he was very fast at catching them. When Kevin put him to bed, he caught him whispering to himself while acting out hunting fireflies. Today however, I am reconsidering how wise it was to keep him up late because he is a whiny mess. I'm glad he had fun though.