In the animal kingdom
Some kids pretend to be lions, tigers, or bears (oh my!).
Some kids pretend to be dogs or cats.
Some kids pretend to be fish, crocodiles, or frogs.
But I have never, until tonight, witnessed a child pretending to be a
Jacob has this thing for worms.
A sort of affection.
When he was little he would dig them up and try to keep them as pets, only to be absolutely devastated to find petrified dried worm the next morning. Each of his little pets was name “Wormy”. Even recently he capture three worms, much to his delight,
“Wormy lives in Ohio too, Mom!”
He proclaimed them to be his “best friends”.
Maybe I’m failing my child socially? I can see the scenario now when he’s forty-eight, experiencing a midlife crisis and talking to his therapist about it.
“It all started when my mom petrified my best friends.”
The therapist would look suddenly concerned, wondering if he was dealing with a serial killer mom and resulting disturbed child. “Would you like to tell me about it?”
Jacob sobbing. “They were worms. She left them out to dry.”
Anyway, pyschobabble aside and returning to original story…
it really should not have come as a surprise when I found my child wrapped in a blanket rolling and scooting all around the floor while stating (very loudly, so no one would be mistaken)
“I AM A WORM!”
“I AM A WORM!”
They have ant farms, maybe I should get him a worm terrarium for Christmas.
But that could be very bad if Liz gets her wish of a Lizard for Christmas.
That’s a family feud waiting to happen, that is. And a whole other discussion he can have with his future mid-life crisis therapist.
“My mom and sister fed my best friends to her Lizard…”