OK. So it's happening. Luke is becoming a dirty little boy. He loves dirt. He loves it so much that he will take handfuls of it and throw it over his head, put it in his pockets, rub it over and over in his hands. Keep in mind this is Seattle dirt I'm talking about. It's not that nice dry dirt you find in all other places... This is pretty much sludge. But despite the sludgy consistency I can pretty much handle the dirt playing. It doesn't bother me too much, or at leastI can handle it until he then puts his sludgy hands into his mouth! EWWWWWW! But today... I hit my limit. Luckily, Bryan was home... Because I really couldn't handle it.
Luke spied a shell in the yard. He thought it was cool and brought it over to Bryan and me. As it turned out this was not the beautiful shell you see on the beaches, this was a shell that was inhabited by an ewey gooey snail! And to make matters worse, Luke noticed something was inside of the shell. So he stuck his tiny pointer finger as deep as he could into the hole of the shell to investigate. And as he pulled his slimed finger out he said... "Sticky." I'm telling you - my heart couldn't take it. I don't want Luke to be scared of these things, so I don't want him to see my face or my reaction. I had to walk away. He dropped the shell onto the grass, next to a *beautiful* (note a heavy dose of sarcasm here) slimy slug. UGH!!! Those are the WORST too.... Luke then hunkered down over the slug and said "What's that?" We answered it's a slug. And to my horror of horrors, he began to touch the slug. He slowly lowered his poor little pointer finger down and pushed down on the slug. Bryan told him to be careful because he doesn't want to hurt the slug. Thankfully Luke is a smart little boy and he quickly pulled his finger back... Something about that push on the slug told him he didn't like touching slugs.... One win for Mommy here!
No more than a few minutes later, Bryan and I were on the patio talking and Lukie is still on the grass playing and he said, "What's that?", he asks (I now cringe at that words when we are outside), as he is holding up a little black ball of who knows what. Bryan goes over to see what he had in his hands and it's a rolly polly that has curled up into a ball. Bryan took it from Luke and put it into his own hand and showed Luke how if you leave the rolly polly alone it will open up into a "cute" little bug. But I swear as soon as that bug opened up and started crawling around Bryan couldn't get it out of his hand fast enough.
Bad news I'm a little worried about what the future holds in terms of the treasures Luke brings home to us... Good news is that because Bryan and I are such wimps when it comes to bug catching in the house... We may have found our saving grace in Luke. :)
You can all thank me later because I have taken NO pictures of this unfortunate slimy ewey, gooey event - I just couldn't do that to you all!
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