Smart Little Buggars

So I need to hurry and write something before it's been a month since I've written something. Oh brother.

I have to go back a few weeks (or has it been a few months? I can't remember? Oh brother) to an incident I had with Lillian.

Lillian is definitely imaginative. Let me start with how the incident ended and work backwards. I was sleeping on my bed. I should put "sleeping" in parenthesis. I wasn't sleeping. I was lying on my bed. (I almost wrote "laying" but I could hear Mom in my head saying, "Chickens lay eggs.") So I was not laying or sleeping on my bed but my body was on my bed. I was very out-of-it. I had the stomach flu. Again. Lilly came screeching in from the living room, crying hysterically and scolding me, "I told you not to do that!! I told you not to put those in there!!!" (repeat 7 times) I roused myself enough to find out where I was and I tried to settle Lilly down. What had I done? I could barely understand her through the sniffling and snorting, "I told you not to put the bugs in there!! I told you not to!" Even in my bleary-eyed state, things clicked in my head very quickly. "Bring me your pot, Lilly," I commanded as coherently as I could.

There they were. Two nice, fat, wiggly, white, completely disgusting worms wriggling around in the little play pot that Lilly was cooking something (not worms!) in just a few minutes ago.

Backing up: I had been trying to stay in the living room with Lilly that morning while I had the stomach flu so she wouldn't be lonely. I think being lonely is better than being accompanied by a barfing mother. When Lilly saw that I was sick and lying on the couch, she was kind enough to bring me her miniature play pot to serve as my throw-up catcher. She liked the idea of the play pots so she got the rest of them out and left one on my arm as a precaution I'm sure. Then she found the acorns to play with--the acorns she and Will had painted (?) with Grandma and Grandpa. She rested an acorn on my arm so that I could "participate" in what she was doing. Not long after that I had to make a run for the bathroom so I dropped the acorn in her pot and told her to cook it for me while I was gone. After the stop-off in the bathroom, I placed my body on the bed and drifted off, only to be awaken by Lilly's accusatory screams.

Like I said, it took a few minutes for my groggy mind to put it together but I was still amazed: How did those little things know to hatch out of that acorn right at that exact moment? I couldn't help but sneak out a little laugh.

Smart little buggars.

(Whew, made it with 20 minutes to spare before a month was up! Oh brother.)