Isaac and the Catepillar
One day we came home from work and Isaac hopped out of the car and ran around. Then he asked to rake leaves. For reasons I don't quite understand he LOVES to rake leaves. So we busted out the rakes and went to town making big piles.
As I was raking I saw Isaac drop to his knees to examine something. He was crouching down and being very still and very quiet (which never happens, unless he is fascinated by something). He told me to come over. "Daddy, Daddy! There is a catepillar." I wasn't sure if he knew what a non-Eric Carle catepillar looked like, but it was definitely possible he did. I walked over and saw him staring at a black fuzzy on the ground. It was round and definitely NOT a catepillar. "See Daddy, that's the catepillar!" Just as I was about to tell him that it wasn't a catepillar, but black fuzzy stretched out of its ball and revealed itself as a wholly bear catepillar (of the weather predicting variety; the brown stripe was as thin as a penny--cold winter folks, sorry).
Carefully we removed it from the raking path and put it over by the stairs in the front of the house. It inched along towards the leaf litter and the whole time Isaac watched it like this:
Pretty darn good eyes to spot the little booger and excellent memory to correctly ID the creature at age three. I didn't teach him that and neither did Bianca. He had to have learned it and remembered it from school.
Oh, by the way, the catepillar's name is Isaac the Catepillar. Just in case you were wondering.
As I was raking I saw Isaac drop to his knees to examine something. He was crouching down and being very still and very quiet (which never happens, unless he is fascinated by something). He told me to come over. "Daddy, Daddy! There is a catepillar." I wasn't sure if he knew what a non-Eric Carle catepillar looked like, but it was definitely possible he did. I walked over and saw him staring at a black fuzzy on the ground. It was round and definitely NOT a catepillar. "See Daddy, that's the catepillar!" Just as I was about to tell him that it wasn't a catepillar, but black fuzzy stretched out of its ball and revealed itself as a wholly bear catepillar (of the weather predicting variety; the brown stripe was as thin as a penny--cold winter folks, sorry).
Carefully we removed it from the raking path and put it over by the stairs in the front of the house. It inched along towards the leaf litter and the whole time Isaac watched it like this:
Pretty darn good eyes to spot the little booger and excellent memory to correctly ID the creature at age three. I didn't teach him that and neither did Bianca. He had to have learned it and remembered it from school.
Oh, by the way, the catepillar's name is Isaac the Catepillar. Just in case you were wondering.