Crawly Caterpillar

 

About a week ago we were driving on some backroads through town (stoplights and traffic bug my husband!) and suddenly he stopped the car and put it in park. He got out, went to the front, bent down, then got back in the car. He had rescued a caterpillar. Guess who’s job it was to hold the caterpillar until a safer place? Not the driver. Not the two year old. Me. Ew. I let him crawl all over my hands even though I was super grossed out at how they were sticking and prickling me *shudder*. We took him to Dave’s office and Will brought him in the back yard to play.

                     

                       

Then Will took him to crawl around in the chicken house (yes, you read that correctly, and if you want it come haul it away!)

                  

Will was explaining that the caterpillar was going to crawl “way up der”

                      

I love my boys; the little one for his fearlessness and curiosity and my big one for saving an creature in danger. But really.

"A boy is trust with dirt on it's face, beauty with a cut on it's finger, wisdom with bubble gum in it's hair, and the hope of the future with a frog in it's pocket." -Author unknown