Today I had a conversation with my friend Shannon about her son L...he seems to have quite an obsession with bugs...worms...creepy crawlies. Once he finds a crawly, he immediately has to save it for his bug "house" or whatever you call those things. It is absolutely adorable. Anyway, while we were over there, L was digging up worms and it reminded me about last year when my second born was in his first year of pre-school. This is one of those stories that will haunt him through adulthood... It makes me cringe and laugh at the same time. One day his class was outdoors during recess and they discovered a worm. The worm soon became a class pet for all to love and observe. He was named "Squirmy". .. Pretty good name huh! All of the students were given a chance to go up to look and play with Squirmy. Next, it was my son's turn...from what I hear he wasn't too gentle with the worm and he kind of squished it... Needless to say, the class was a bit angry with my son the worm killer! As a matter of fact they pretty much let him have it. I think Mrs. Beth almost had a riot on her hands. (o: She assured me after telling me the story that it was a great teachable moment to have a lesson on forgiveness and showing someone grace! All was forgiven by the end of the day. I however can't look at a worm without laughing and thinking about my baby boy!
