I am his enemy.

BigB & I were out with Bug today and Bug kept wrapping his arms around my legs and telling me that I was his enemy (or rather his emeny but I caught what he meant). The second time he told me I was his enemy I asked him why he thought that. Well, bless the little turkey's heart but here is his reasoning, "Mama, the Bible tells us to love our emenies so you have to be my emeny."

My kids are too cute for my own good...