Dash found a fuzzy brown caterpillar. I decided to play the role of "good mom", and told him we could keep it in a jar. Sure enough, the little guy spun a cocoon. So now we check on it daily...rather hourly sometimes. He probably has some type of Shaken Caterpillar Syndrome from all of the jar shaking that occurs. But I digress...Stinkerbell was checking on it the other day.
Me: What are you doing?
Stinkerbell: I'm looking at the rac-racoon.
Me: You mean the cocoon?
Stinkerbell: (With a look of 'duh' on her face) No, I mean the rac-racoon.
Imagine her confusion when we read a book about a racoon at the library story time.
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hi nicole
gabe sent me the link to your blog- very entertaining!!!! you are a good writer as well! and boy, i can just totally hear similar discussions at our house... (i am about to post about our slug-hunting the other day, although not sure it will do it justice!)
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