*me after knocking a bag of apples out of the fridge and watching them tumble everywhere*: "Don't worry, it was just an appleanche
You know that vibrating excitement and wonder when you set up a tent or blanket fort in your living room? Snap already gets that at 8 months
Goose marches in with a bucket of raspberries she[1] picked and plops on the couch to eat as many as her little tummy can hold. A minute later she screams. When I poke my head in the screams transform into "IT'S A WOOORRMMMM" [despair]. It's a looper caterpillar, so I take it and let it inch across my hand so Goose can see how funny they are. She's concerned it tickles me as it inches along, but it is still so small you really can barely feel it at all.
After we release it outside, she walks back to me in the kitchen announcing, "I'm an inchworm!!" She is on all fours, arms and legs straight and locked, inching along hands-to-feet-to-hands-to-feet. She pauses for a second just before her hands touch the ground each time, just like a looper pokes about a bit before landing its front half
Em ↩︎