In the car on the way to lunch after church Sunday.
If I was a Simon worm, I would live in a jar.
Pause while Chris and I looked at each other wondering if we did hear what we thought.
Yes, if I was a worm, I would live in the grass and Abby would find me and name me Simon and put me in a jar.
That's it, but isn't it enough?
And a picture because I can't resist showing off his cuteness!