Ten minutes after I freaked out about a writhing mass of caterpillars on top of the stroller which was brought to me as I worked at my desk:
William: Mommy, the cadder pillars won't move anymore.
Me: They won't?
William: No. They're dead.
Me: They are?
William: Yea-yuh.
Me: How did that happen?
William: I didn't died them.
Me: You didn't?
William: Nope. I killed them with this boot.
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Cath
What a cute post! Isn't it great to blog? We can look back and have wonderful memories!
Thanks for stopping by my blog. You're welcome any time. I enjoyed visiting yours today and will stop by another time.
Kat
I can see him doing that now!!
I'm glad the caterpillars are at your house. I can bring you some ladybugs to keep them company, if you like . . . .
Dana, You may bring the ladybugs -- I like them better. Also bring your boys so they can take a few (50 or so; we have PLENTY) caterpillars home with them.
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