We've been reading about them. We've been talking about them. We've been hunting for them, digging for them, and creating habitats for them. We've been praying for them, searching for food for them, transferring them from bowl-to-cup-and-back-to-bowl, singing songs to them, and protecting them.
The poor worms. We started with 3, but now we're up to 7 because Jasper keeps accidentally yanking them in half. We read in his earthworm book that if you hammer on the ground, the worms feel the vibrations and think it's raining so they come to the surface. So... naturally.... we've also been hammering on the ground... quite a bit. But... alas... when we went fishing today, Jasper didn't want to use his "wormy fwiends" as bait, but rather his Sweet Tarts. So, rest assured, his worms are still on our patio, " alive-ish and well-ish and probably frozen to death by now.
So, who in the world helped him get that earthworm book that put so many more ideas in his head????? I do love his enthusiasm about even disgusting worms!
ReplyDeleteI love that you are just letting him be a boy! Mud, worms, mud, worms - I think you see where this is going...It makes my heart happy!
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