When my son was born, I thought this would be quite the learning experience. Maybe I’d get some insight into the species they call “man."
It’s been six years, and I still don’t get it.
Let me explain.
The other day, I went outside to go check on Caiden, who was playing quietly. Yep, that was a red flag already.
I came around the corner of the house and saw him stuffing something in his pocket. I got closer and noticed that “something” was squirming.
That “something” was a big pile of worms!!! I said, “Caiden, what in the world are you doing?” He answered very simply, “I’m putting them in my pocket.” I asked why. He very matter of factly said, “because I don’t have anything else to put them in.” How stupid was I? (Sarcastic font there.)
I quickly fetched a bucket as he pulled out about two dozen worms out of his pocket.
I always heard on TV or read in books about boys putting live things in their pockets, but I never thought it was REAL! How long was he going to keep them there? What if he forgot about them? How would that feel? He was wearing shorts at the time. Ewwwwww!
Come to think of it. I didn’t check to make sure he got all of them out.
Lynda is the mom of three and co-host of Mix 101.5 WRAL-FM's Bill & Lynda in the Morning. Find her here on Thursdays.