For a smile...

The other day Jack was playing outside and found a caterpillar.  Which he loved.  And he called it a "fuzzy worm".  He kept it in the cup holder of his gator and was so proud of his new little buddy.  At lunch we were discussing this fuzzy worm and Jack says with some frustration, "but he's not turning into a raccoon."  A raccoon???  Hmm, how to make sense of this?  So I ask why the fuzzy worm would do that.  "You know," he says, "how he turns into a raccoon and then becomes a butterfly." Oh right.  "You mean a cocoon?"  "Yes!" he says with a shy little grin on his face, "that's what I meant."

Love it. 

Happy Thursday!  Grandma and Grandpa come tonight from Ohio for a weekend visit.  We. Are. Excited.