We had the grandkids for a bit yesterday.
On the way from the car to the front door, Darci found a worm (Hermie the Wormie I was told). So a bit of time was spent in the garden trying to find Hermie a playmate (we were successful). The salsa container actually has dirt and Hermie in it.
Note for concerned animal rights activists: Once Darci headed home, the worms were set free. I will be stunned if they survived her poking and prodding though. "Why aren't they moving? I'm going to wake them up. HE MOVED! He's not asleep anymore!" There's a reason there's no market for worm leashes.
Once it started raining (again) we headed inside and it was dress-up time. Here Riley is cuffing Darci for extreme misuse of feathers.
So Darci went back and modified the look a bit. (She told me that was a wash cloth on her head. And this seemed OK to her.)
And then Riley tricked himself out. The thing is, our dress-up bin skews more to things a little girl would like, so it's not like Riley has a lot of choice. Plus I think he knows it irritates Darci that he likes pink.
That's it - move along...