snake

Yesterday Ben and I were outside playing with our buddies Daphne, Joseph and Beth. Daphne found a centipede and Ben and Joseph were thrilled. Ben wanted to hold it and Joseph kept calling it a "snake." I told Ben it was a centipede, but he liked Joseph's description better, so a snake it was. After a while this poor centipede grew tired of being handled by so many tiny hands so he curled up on himself trying to block them out. Ben looked up at me and said, "Mommy! He died!" Beth and I busted up laughing. But Daphne go the centipede to unroll and then Ben yelled, "He wake up now! He not dead!" Long live centipedes. (not really. I loathe centipedes.)