Oh, to be 3..... Living in the south brings a culture of its own....crawdads boils are part of that. Crawdads are on sale at HEB the next few weeks. And since we have been contemplating getting lobsters for the kids to play with, well, 60 cents later we were the proud owner of 3 crawdads. They went swimming in the tub for a while, Miss L named them. Over the last 36 hours, Lil'G transferred them from tub, to a bag, to the tub, to the kitchen sink, to the bag (which by then broke), to a bowl. He loved picking them up. We had some interesting times with our church missionaries (who were over tonight for dinner) as the bowl tipped over on the counter and flailing crawdads were sent flying terrified across the kitchen.
Then I feeling kinda bad for my attached children and crawdads suggested we throw them in the bayou instead of cooking them. They had undergone enough torture. Lil'G was very upset insisted we "throw them in hot bubbly water" . Which he then did by himself.
Mostly mom ate them, dad and Lil'G both had bites though. They were pretty good since I seasoned the water with cajun spices and chicken bouillon. The kids thought they would still get pinched by the lifeless things.
Taped and ready to go. 
And my helper.
