Wormie

The girls' newest form of entertainment is holding inchworms and caterpillars that we find in the woods outside. Hannah is particularly infatuated with them.

"Wormie! Wormie? Baby wormie. Sweet. Nice? Squish him? Kiss him. Be nice. Nurse him."

Last week she brought a worm inside and was devastated at the idea of parting with him during snack time, so I put him in a box with a lid and set it on her tray so she could watch him while she ate her cottage cheese. I ran upstairs for a minute, and when I returned I found the cottage cheese cup empty, the worm box opened, and no Wormie in sight. Extra animal protein, I presume.