I tried to tell her that worms like to cool, dark dirt and they are happier in the ground, but she just said "My worm likes me, Mama." And then "Oh, she really loves me!" Yes, "she" - they are all girl worms. I love listening to her worm conversations. "I'm Mrs. Worm and these are my baby worms. You want a snack, baby worm? Time for your nap!"
When I noticed a worm looking limp and defeated, I'd tell her it was time to find a new one. So she'd tuck the worm into its little dirt bed with a "I'm can not gonna kill the worm," and start over with a new one. Though in retrospect that was a little more cruel than kind; like spreading the torture around I guess. She was literally loving them to death.
As I continued turning the garden, Kevin was out pushing Malcolm in the swing. I was sort of tuning things out and just trying to get the dirty work done so I could plant my garden, but I heard "Look at my worm Malcolm! Oh, worm, I LOVE you!"
Kevin (loudly): WHOA! Is worm kissing allowed??
Me: Only blown kisses! (We'd covered worm kissing protocol the day before)
Kevin: That's what I thought. Yeah, there was some actual lip contact going on!
Lucy (looking pucker-faced and disgusted): I need to wash my mouth.
|They contemplate each other. Or the worm contemplates its doom while |
Lucy wonders if it wants a strawberry for a snack.
|Are you smiling, worm? I'll smile if you do...|
|Notice the smear of dirt on her face. This is from worm snuggles.|
|"WOOK AT THE WORM!|
|"I am not going to kill it, Mama"|