Charlie saw a worm last week.
He is still talking about it. It made quite an impression on him. To be sure, it was a very active worm, wriggling its little head (?) off, but really, how fascinating can a worm be? Very, apparently:
"Where worm go?"
"Where worm head?"
"I see worm again?"
"No eating worm -- very yucky!" (This last one worries me a little bit because it leads me to believe he may have considered eating the worm at one point...)
I thought we were over the worm, but then tonight during stories there happened to be a picture of a worm in the very bottom corner of a page and it started all over:
"I see worm again?"
I guess its true what little boys are made of...
Happy Birthday Becca!!
6 years ago
2 comments:
it's nothing compared to their fascination with poop - ben is still talking about the bird poop on the window of "the canola when i was a baby" (translation: the corolla when we lived in Blackstone). that was like a year and a half ago at least.
yeah Charlie has taken to randomy pointing to animal's butts and saying "poop! where poop?" I am sure if he ever actually saw poop come out of an animal's butt he would be absolutely rivetted.
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