So...
Noni just walked into the kitchen with an earth worm clinging to a stick.
Note forced panic in her little girl voice.
"Mom. Can I have a jar. I need a home for my new best-worm-friend. Her name is Tina."
"Take. That. Worm. Outside. Now."
"But mom. I cant' just take her outside. She is my friend. And she has a name. You said that bugs without names live outside. My worm has a name. She is Tina."
"Ah. I see. This is different. Honey, Tina works in the garden and lives with the gnome... who will miss her very much if she doesn't come home for dinner?"
Noni reluctantly takes Tina outside.
"OK, but I'm not leaving her outside. She will miss me too much. We're just going out to play in the yard."
As I am writing this, Noni has reappeared in the kitchen with a now seriously drooping worm.
Note real panic in her little girl voice.
"Oh, mom. *sob* I think Tina's really sick."
"What is that poking out of the side of Tina?"
"Her skin. I think."
"What happened?"
"Via ran over my new best worm friend with her roller-skates. She is a worm-hater."
"I See. Take Tina outside. Now."
"I'm gonna have to bury her and dig a wormy grave. C'mon Tina. It's time to go back into the dirt. Can I have a plastic cup to bury her in? That way she won't get dirty now that she's dead."
"No."
"Can I use a big spoon to dig with?"
"Yes."
"Will you come outside with me and sing a hymn? She needs a service, you know. She's very special to me, you know."
"I'll be out in a minute."
"OK, maybe you could dress up. Wear something black, OK? It's very sad. I might cry. Bring a Kleenex. And some flowers. Could we go to the grocery story and buy some real flowers? I don't want plain, old garden flowers."
"Go out side with Tina. She's leaking on the floor."
"I'm sad, mom."
"I know, honey."
"I'm hungry. Can I have an Oreo?"
That's what's happening here. How's things where you are?
12 comments:
this is hilarious! those fickle young girls' hearts are so fleeting, aren't they?
their little minds skip from one thing on to the next in a matter of milli-seconds!
i thought i was an interesting girl. i was mistaken...
noni rocks.
Sweet little Noni. She sounds so much nicer than I was as a young girl.
I collected snails and slipped them behind the tires of my grandparents cars. So when it was time to take me home they would back up over the snails. It made a terrible crunching sound. I was not a sweet little girl.
Nice. Now if only they would take care of their actual pets like that.
Here's wishing...
That's darling! And I am so happy to find your blog!
Can't put my finger on it, but there is something so uniquely special about earth worms and children. They are such magical little creatures. Come to think of it, they weren't so magical the time my older sister shoved a handful of them down the back of my pants. Nice. :)
link'd!
The full circle of her emotions is amazing! From flow-blown funeral to oreo cookies. She sounds like a real sweetie!
oh my goodness
that is the funniest exchange ever...
i hope the service went well
those worm memorials are always so
heart wrenching...
:)
this reminds me of the time when my sister was about 7 and she and her friend (our pastor's daughter), "baptized" 3 day-old rabbits in our icy stream.
well, at least they were baptized...secured them a place in bunny heaven.
Oh my gosh, that is so cute. What a clever, funny kid. I love how you're all, "She's bleeding on the floor." Hee!
Sooo funny.
Ahna, areyou realted to Allison? I am wondering how you came across my blog. My friend Allison said that she was going to mention my new blog to her sister and SIL. Maybe that's you?
I would LOVE for you to help. I am sure you are full of BRILLiaNT ideas.
Email me at tiffanyrueckert(at)hotmail(dot)com.
Your blog is adorable. We have a lot of the same side links! We must be two peas in a pod! I am excited to browse around.
smiles, Tiff
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