by little red pen

I like it when my kids give me a whole new view of the world, sometimes with just one word.

Last night I was talking with the little Rabbit about his day. “Worms,” he said, “are quite nice.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “Did you see some?”

“Two,” he said. “With Daddy.” A pause. “I had one on my hand.” He held out his hand to show me, fingers slightly curved, as though they still held a worm and it might escape.

“Wow, that’s exciting!” I said. “What did it feel like?”

He thought, his body remembering the experience. He looked up at me, a trace of smile.

“Like honey.”