This morning has been spent with an enormous amount of chaos, lots of tears, and searching for a lost member of our family.
Madisen's caterpillar has gone AWOL.
She has been raising him ever since she stole him from the warm embraces of the sandbox, and
I know, what was she thinking??
Shea threw him straight overboard when she decided he might go potty on her. He landed right back in the sandbox from whence he came. Do you think he had the decency to crawl back up and climb into his tupperware? No! Dug himself down deep, and now we cannot find a single trace of him. So unappreciative. Madisen is sitting on my lap crying "Remember how I took good care of him?" "I didn't even get to see him change into a butterfly, now how are we going to know which one is him?" She is devastated.
Shea is unconcerned.
The Boy is smiling.
I guess we will just have to remember the good times. Like when his gazillion legs wiggled fiercely, working to get himself to turn over after being plopped in his plastic prison. Like the times he played dead to get out of another play date with the scary giant child. Like the time we heard the faint "WEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" as he broke free from Shea's grasp.
Those were the good times.
Good bye stinky caterpillar. You will be missed.