Forgeries and Worms

Clara was supposed to turn in a reading log, with daily notations by Momma that it had been done. The girl reads constantly but I'm dismal at recording it. "Don't worry about it, Mom!"

Let's have a closer look at that, shall we?

And so it begins.... What do you say, Mom and Dad? She just might be a chip off the old block yet. (She actually turned this in. Her teacher did not give her credit for it.)

At Jacob's soccer game last Saturday I spotted a big worm between Will's feet and brought it to his attention. The kids all admired his new pet until Michael told Clara he'd pay her $5 to eat it. "No way, Dad! That's way too gross." But Isaac's ear perked up, "Really? Five bucks?" He watched the worm wiggle in his hand for a moment, then swapped out his gum for the worm, felt it squirm in his mouth, described the taste to get a reaction from his sister (and the old woman sitting next to us who was watching the whole scene with supreme disgust), gagged for a moment as it creeped down his throat, swallowed, popped in his gum, then smilingly held out his hand to Michael for his $5. Later he said that was way easier than pulling out five teeth!

Later in the week:

As I walked into the kitchen and saw our dejected hobbled cat: "Kids, is there something wrong with Seamus?"

Collectively: "We couldn't tell. Better to be safe than sorry."

Somehow I don't think poor Seamus would agree with that one.