We have been spending alot of time outside these days. The kids love to play in the dirt, and I kind of enjoy cleaning the yard, but mostly like planting stuff. So, I was raking up leaves in the and I found a big, fat worm. I wondered what the kids would do if they saw it. So, I showed it the them and loved it. The would put it on their slide, their bike, or wherever they thought the wormie would like to play.
Well, about 30 minutes later, I saw Holland holding a small piece of the wormie. It looks like they liked it so much, they decided to tear it apart so each could have a piece. Poor Wormie.
Our animal abuse does not end there.
The kids were left alone for 5 minutes Saturday morning. Ryan and I walk into a large, wet mess. There is water everywhere...on the TV, the bar, the floor, all over their jammies. Our poor little fishie, Nemo, was in Ethan's litte hand. The fish bowl was filthy. It had all sorts of food mixed in it. Needless to say the kids were in timeout for a good while. I am happy to report the Nemo pulled through. However he is not fond of the kids anymore.
I can't decide if my kids are finally entering the naughtiness stage or if they are just curious. Either way, we have our hands full.