And I realized, while looking at all of our weird and wonderful memories, that my boys have taught me how to have joy in such little, seemingly insignifcant things. Like finding a dead worm on the sidewalk.
Don't get me wrong. I do not enjoy finding dead worms on the sidewalk. But they do! It's like Christmas morning for them. How they stop and lay down on the ground and hover their noses above the nasty dead thing before them. It's kinda funny to think of an adult doing the same thing, right? Totally socially-unacceptable for a grown man or woman to lay on the sidewalk and just stare at something for an inappropriate length of time. But for a kid, its ok. Right?
|Seth prefers catching ants. I have no answers for these things. I fail to understand my kids.|
|Finding slugs are just as good as finding worms. Better, actually.|