her worm

Eva found a worm.  She loved it, named it and even kissed it.  We talked her out of keeping it in her room and talked her into putting it in the grass to visit its family.  It was touch and go, but the little worm survived our negotiations - but just barely.

1 comment:

Rosemary Nickerson said...

The many hats that parents wear. Nobody told us we had to have a advanced degrees in negotiation, mediation, logic and higher moral principals!