"It's trapped Mom!"

So Davy's new interest is traps. And trapping things. And turning ordinary objects into traps. And getting himself trapped and yelling, "Mom, I'm trapped!" 

Everyone warned me about little boys and weapons but... traps?

He ties his poor sisters dolls up to their princess castle. He throws a fishing net over various toys (and my hand, and my foot- while I'm cooking) and hollers, "trap-bob!" (trap-bob?) He flips the empty laundry basket over on top of the tv remote. "I trapped it!" Then he climbs underneath it himself and yells and yells but don't help him...he's trapped. 

It is pretty funny to discover things like this around the house every day: 

"They're trapped Mom!"

Church trap:

Oh Davy. You've trapped my heart. :)