Last week we were our working in the yard before I went to work and I showed Z a worm. He wanted to hold it and it soon became his pet named "wormy". He decided it was a girl since there were more boys in our house than girls. He put it in the cup with sand (from the sandbox--not such a good idea) and wanted to carry it around all day. He wanted it to come and watch him do v-smile but we decided it should stay in the dining room on the table so it wouldn't dump on the carpet. He said it was too small to do "cuchie, cuchie, coo" (s/p?????) and tickle it's belly so we'd just say it to her. In the morning it was all shriveled up and I told him that wormy went to Heaven and he said "No she didn't mom, she's in the dining room on the table".
At least both boys know that is as close to a pet that they will have! I guess aside from their stuffed animals.
He's just telling me that she was his best friend and that he loved her!
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