The poor little worm didn’t have a chance. It was my fault.
“Benjamin, look! Look! It’s a worm!”
“Yay!!! Ha ha ha ha!!” He’s jumping up and down with excitement. The worm was being eaten alive by ants and was clearly on his way to a slow, excruciating death anyway. I try to stifle a scream when Benjamin picks it up and it starts flopping around in his little hands. All gross situations call for me, the single mom, to put on the dad hat. So what would a dad do in this situation? But before I can figure out the answer … he does it.
The thing every little boy must do to a worm.
He rips it in half. [click to continue…]
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