Not really an unreasonable rule, is it? Unless you are two.
In this spring season in Fort Collins that has felt more like summer, this was our first rainy morning. The walk to the bus stop quickly became a worm hunt. Teresa stepped cautiously over them. Alan picked up as many as he could find and put them in the grass to save them from the cars. Sean screamed as the first one wiggled in his palm, then he couldn’t get enough.
By the time we got back home, the worms were escaping the hold of the giant two-year old by squeezing out the gaps in his chubby hands as fast as they could. And he was poking them back in as fast as any good worm herder should.
Once home, if he knew how to say and invoke the “Finders Keepers” rule, he would have. Unfortunately, I know how to use the “No Worms in the House” rule fairly proficiently. And mom’s rules always win (almost, usually, sometimes).
So, this is where he left his worms…