Da bug

Yesterday, we were driving to the boys school. I was running late so we stopped for a quick Kolache instead of having something from my kitchen. We got back in the car and started heading out when -smack-the boy slaps his window and leaves a greasy hand print. "Hey!" I say "What are you doing!!! That leaves a mark on my window!!" "I am killing a bug" says the boy "he was a boy bug too!" I look at him... "How do you know?" I ask. "He didn't have any makeup on mom" replies the boy.