Worms

I have added a new title to mothering....buzzkill.

In case you are wondering, Urban Dictionary defines buzzkill as something that spoils or ruins an otherwise enjoyable event.

Okay, now that we have that figured out, let me explain why I feel this way.

It rained this morning...a lot. In fact, it rained so much that I am pretty sure every worm that lives in the ground came up for air, or maybe just to escape their flooded homes. I am really not sure which, but either way, worms were everywhere.

After seeing all those worms, I was anticipating an interesting trip to the bus stop because Isaiah absolutely loves worms. He holds them, puts them in his bug collector, places them on Caleb's head and even puts them in his pockets (mind you, he forgets to take them out and they end up in my dryer).

Now, back to the buzzkill part. Here is my side of the conversation I had with Isaiah while waiting for the bus. I will leave you to imagine what he was saying and doing.

Isaiah, please don't take that handful of worms onto the bus.

No, I don't think the bus driver would appreciate that.

Isaiah, please don't eat the worms.

Well, I don't really care if they taste good, it's disgusting.

Now I am getting desperate and a little embarrassed, so I try to scare him.

If you eat worms, you might have baby worms crawling out your ears and nose.

Okay, that didn't work, he just thought it would be cool. How else can I discourage this?

Oh good, the bus is here.

Hey Isaiah, the bus is coming, put the worms down.

What? The worm pooped in your hand?

That's disgusting!

No, I don't want to see it. Just wipe your hand in the grass.

I love you Isaiah, have a good day!