One afternoon we found a roly poly and to Sullivan, it was the coolest thing he'd seen since he saw our dog eat cat poop. Gross but true. Boys are weird.Read more
Anyway back to the roly poly. While I am not a fan of most bugs (see here), I am cool with these little guys. They don't bite, they don't drop down from the ceiling when I'm in the shower (spiders, I'm looking at you) and they're, dare I say, kind of cute.
So we spent a good 45 minutes playing with this roly poly. The one thing I am really trying to stress with Sullivan is that he doesn't need to completely destroy everything. His first instinct was to smash it to smithereens. I talked to him about how it was a living creature and we need to respect all living things. I'm not sure if it sank it or not but he stopped trying to squish it.
For five minutes he kept telling me how he was going to touch it only to get scared and run away. From a roly poly. That really happened. Then he finally got up the courage to....actually TOUCH the roly poly. My brave brave little man. You will jump off a ladder six feet of the ground laughing hysterically but when it comes to bugs the size of your fingernail, you run away. I am just going to savor this. It'll only be a matter of time before you will probably be bringing me all kinds of creepy crawlies.