So... I've come to a conclusion:

Little boys are kind of gross...

Patrick called me outside the other day to see some yardwork he and the boys were doing. There was Caleb, proudly displaying about twenty earthworms in his hand. It didn't bother him one bit that they were squished and oozing black stuff out both ends. Worms in one hand. Woof Woof (his special, blue dog) in the other. The worms being his new best buds. Patrick told me he was showing them to everyone that walked by! He kept saying, "Dissssssgussssssttttting" with a huge grin on his face. And I would respond, "Caleb, this word. I do not think it means what you think it means."

Well, he was quite distraught when we had to go in for lunch and he had to put them in a bowl. Of course, we washed hands! And I don't know what is in worm-goo, but it does not scrub off easy! Pretty much as soon as lunch was over and Caleb went down for a nap, the worms went down the garbage disposal. Thankfully, he hasn't asked about them...

You know how as a parent, you're always told not to compare your kids? Well, I'm going to compare. Daniel is not so gross as Caleb. He was content to leave his worms on the ground and move one pile of rocks to another pile of rocks.

Eli, who cannot be trusted with things that may or may not go into his mouth was left inside for the whole worm be-friending episode!

And just to make sure this blog entry doesn't end with you being completely grossed-out, a lovely photo of the tulips Patrick and Daniel planted in the Fall that are now in full bloom!