The rain let up for a couple of hours or more and the boys were thrilled with all the slugs and worms that were out. Joseph was so intruged by the lumps and bumps on the different worms. Joshua wanted his to race. He showed me one and it was no longer moving. I suggested it might be dead and then he said "Yeah. It's dead" Then 5 minutes later I hear him crying, "My worm is still dead. Come back worm." I guess we have to work on what it means to really die.I love dirty boy hands. I really do. I love that they dig deep and play hard.
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