The weekends are often reserved for time with my parents and sometimes my dad takes the kids out to help him with chores.
This weekend he wanted to dig up gladiolus bulbs from this summer so he can use them again to plant in his garden next year. My youngest was determined to use the clippers to cut the bulbs off, which was making me nervous. Before long, though, she was completely distracted by the worms being dug up in the dirt. Like she often does she felt she needed to take care of the worms so she began collecting them in her gloved hands, then just in her hands. She followed me around asking me to hold them and keep them warm.
At one point Grandpa found what we call a nightcrawler around here - a huge worm that almost looks like a baby snake. She wanted to take him home too, but her big brother put the worm under the leaves instead so he could find a new home. We didn't make it out without a bucket full of worms sitting on the front seat of the car and now in our house. She's been told the worms need to go out in our now defunct garden, but she says we can't put them outside because she needs to take care of them.
Honestly, none of this surprises me since her brother once made us bring a slug home to keep as a pet. What a sad day it was when daddy tried to clean out the slug's home and instead lost him somewhere on the floor in the process.
Little Miss didn't find it funny at all when her brother pretended he was going to eat the nightcrawler. In the end he didn't, of course, but she was quite offended and told him "You're rude! Don't eat my worms!"
The ironic thing about all this is how we previously told her she couldn't bring her worms inside, yet somehow she ended up convincing us to bring worms inside.