We had rain off and on last week, so Thursday morning after an early morning storm, I suggested we go out for a walk.... "to look for worms." Calla often asks to go out and hunt for worms, whether we've had rain or not, but we rarely find any wiggly worms on our short walks. Plus, she loves any excuse to put on her rain boots.
At last, we found one, wiggling and squirming right in front of our house. I pointed it out to Calla and gave it a gentle poke with a stick, prompting a wormy wiggle. Calla screamed and ran for the yard. It took some convincing, but she eventually joined me by the side of the road and she watched as the worm wiggled one way and then another. After a bit, we nudged it off the road and on to the safety of the grass. "Mama, I scared of worms" was Calla's summary of the experience.
The concept of being scared of something is a relatively new one for Calla, or at least it seems so, by the number of things she has declared as scary recently. The garbage truck grumbling by after the worm incident prompted an immediate "I scared of trucks." Spiders, butterflies, the sound of the suction bathmat being ripped up from the tub - all have been deemed scary at one point (I'm with her on the spider thing). It's hard to know if this is a vocabulary development or a conceptual development, but regardless, she's quick to call something scary, but then equally quick to show an intense fascination in it.
Later over dinner, when describing the worm adventure to Joe, Calla's re-telling had her rescuing the worm and putting him on the grass. She conveniently left out the shrieking part of the story. We'll see what happens with the next worm encounter.
Oh, and just to keep up a theme in recent posts here... Calla informed me that she is not scared of llamas. She has told me, however, that her daddy is scared of them. Poor Joe.
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