The weather has been so nice here today, so we worked out in the yard. I was turning up the dirt in the garden and found an earth worm. The kids were (of course) very interested in the worm and I found myself cracking up about some of the statements being made.

“Honor, bring me back the worm.”

“Mom, Honor ate the worm.” (This is when I went inside to grab the camera. When I came back outside, the worm was gone and there was dirt on Honor’s face and Eden was claiming that he ate the worm.)

Here’s photographic proof that he may or may not have eaten the worm. (I guess the possibility of worm consumption makes him grumpy.)

(After I found another worm.) “This is my worm, he’s slimy, his name is ‘worm’.”

“Mom, my worm is broke-ing” Can I have a new worm that isn’t broke-ing?”

“Honor, don’t step on the worm.”

Really if you put the words “the worm” in any sentence, it makes it funny.

And here’s a picture of Eden’s curls just because they’re cute.