tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11892798989161432162011-04-21T14:44:25.056-07:00PWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07277774370527910056noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189279898916143216.post-59177538387971955752007-04-24T13:09:00.000-07:002007-04-24T13:47:10.434-07:00<a href="http://www.learner.org/jnorth/images/graphics/t/snow_tulip3_nga.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://www.amystewart.com/images/worm-nightcrawler.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Now that spring has sprung up north, we've been taking Aiden outside to play the past few days. Yesterday I was raking the front yard and Aiden was playing in the dirt. He was so excited to find some earthworms and they became his playmates for a good 15 minutes.... until their fateful demise. From across the yard, he came running with the saddest look on his face. </div><div></div><div>A: "Mommy! I broke it!"</div><div>Me: "You broke what, sweetheart?"</div><div>A: "The worm! I broke the worm! FIX IT!!!"</div><div>Me: "I can't fix it."</div><div>A: "Yes you can! Oh, Mommy... please fix it. I'm so sad".</div><div>Me: "I can't fix it, darlin. It's an animal. Let's put him back under the rock with his mommy."</div><div></div><div>While sending the poor worm "back to his mommy", A finds another worm and wants to play with it. He promises not to "break" it so I let him. Of course, he accidentally breaks the second worm and I make him go in the house for supper. Poor kid. Poor worms.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1189279898916143216-5917753838797195575?l=pwupnorth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07277774370527910056noreply@blogger.com1