snakes

anyone who knows me know that i have a deadly fear of snakes, worms, all things that look shiny in the sun and don't have legs.  they are disgusting.  they do not belong on earth.  i don't consider myself someone who would ever intentionally hurt one of god's creatures, except for these creatures.  they can all d - i - e as far as i'm concerned.  too harsh?  maybe, but  that's just how i feel about them.

cashel, on the other hand likes snakes.  allow me to re-enact our daily conversation, specifically the one from our drive home yesterday.

mommy, do you like snakes?

no, cashel, mommy does not like snakes.

do you like snails?

no.

do you like spiders?

i'm ok with spiders.

do you like snakes, mommy?

no cashel, i do not like snakes....they're yucky.

mommy, i don't like snakes either.

mommy, do you like snakes?

no cashel, mommy does not like snakes.

me eiver.

a little time goes by in silence, listening to music.

mommy?

yes, cashel.

do you like snakes?

and so it goes again and again and again....you get the picture

i was getting out of the shower last night as cashel was getting out of the bath and he was asking jason the same thing!  same conversation, but he was happier because daddy likes snakes.

on sunday morning, as he was waking up i was laying beside him.  he opened his eyes, saw me, and asked, mommy, do you like snakes?

this boy has an agenda.  he is trying to wear me down i think until i agree that i like snakes.  he's also using reverse psychology(?) by telling me he does not like snakes eiver.

he loves rolly pollys.  we have lots on our back wall - especially after it rains.  his favorite thing to do?  roll them into a ball.  then, under his breath he mentions, i like to stomp them.  as in...

cashel, do you like rolly polly's?

yes.  i like to roll them into a ball and (as he's walking away, he says quietly) and stomp them.

my biggest fear of him bringing a worm inside has not yet happened, but i do truly fear that i will pass out when he does.