First it was Rojo's desire to return to the Children's Museum, then he started asking me to help him count slug bugs again. Each time we put one foot out the door he'd start in. "Mom, we are going to count slug bugs. We are going to find 18 slug bugs. We are going to look until we find 18 slug bugs, and then we can come home."
Well, ask and ye shall receive.
Damned if we don't go out into the world and find the exact number of slug bugs he's after. They come out of flippin' nowhere. Seriously. It's comical. Just yesterday we drove less than five miles and saw 12, and better yet, five of them were red, the preferred color.
Still needing to get six more in, I went in search of a big parking lot. It was a lovely day and we were exceedingly bored, so I parked and we got out. As is his habit (from years of screaming at him to do just this), he freezes by his side of the car and waits for me to come over and take his hand before stepping one foot away.
And so it was that we walked hand-in-hand throughout the parking lot on a just-right summer day, killing time, looking for (red) slug bugs.
But then he said, "Mom? Can we find a blue two?"
Blue twos were something I thought we'd packed away and would not be bringing back.
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