Our hero!

This morning when I came out to the van to take the kids to school after Zack left for work, I heard Mikey yelling about another bee in the van. Zacky was standing next to me and the first thing I said was, "Zacky kill it because you're the bravest one." This almost comical look of fear and then stubborn determination to prove himself the warrior came over his face. He took off his shoe and smooshed it up against the window where the bee was. He yelled, "I got it!" I yelled, "No you didn't, you missed!"  He screamed (in a manly way, of course) and tried again - this time successfully. He got a napkin and put the bee's corpse in the garbage. By the time he left to put it in the garbage can, he was shaking and breathing very hard. It was hilarious. We all laughed pretty good. I know that if he wasn't there to protect us all, I would have had to do it and if I had missed, I would have needed to get a clean pair of shorts!  To make Zacky feel the true extent of our appreciation, Zack (Sr.) made up this special certificate for him.