I didn’t have brothers growing up. Just me and my sister. Even our dogs were often female. Let’s just say I’ve learned a lot since being married and then having sons.
Recently we’ve hit some major milestones in the life of a boy around here.
Next we had the stinky garbage in the bedroom rite of passage. I have absolutely no idea what was in their little trash can hiding among the mounds of discarded paper and tissues. I was not about to go digging, either. It was quite rank. At least it was in the garbage can and not hiding somewhere else where I couldn’t find it!
Yesterday was a big day for Dr. J. Obviously with his sensory avoidance issues he’s not one to go around and pick up many bugs. In fact, just recently he’s gotten brave enough to touch a caterpillar. The last couple days he decided to brave it and help his cousin Princess catch grasshoppers. He mostly ran around almost squishing them with the container.
However, yesterday he actually held one in his hand! Yes, Dr. J is the proud pet owner of Grassie the Grasshopper. He is quite excited! Dr. J got really sad when he realized he would have to let Grassie go if he didn’t have a home with air holes. I decided to take some precious time in the rush of getting to library story time to stop by the dollar store.
No bug homes left. Summer is over. Um…
Well, let’s look around and see what we can find. I headed for the home goods area and spied, drum roll please, a Parmesan cheese/powdered sugar shaker. Perfect for a grasshopper who needs air holes. The only problem is that it’s glass. Thick glass, but still glass. See how happy he is in his home:
Now, for the humorous part of this rite of passage. Dr. J came out teary eyed because Grassie was hanging on the underside of the lid obviously trying to find a way out. He was very sad that his grasshopper didn’t want to live here anymore. While he was telling me this, Meatball screamed in terror: “Hurry! HURRY! WE’VE GOT TO GET OUTSIDE [TO LET HIM FREE] BEFORE HE GETS OUT!” The grasshopper’s feet were poking through the holes, and they were both afraid he was going to get the lid off! Sounds like a movie to me.
Sadly, we had to let Grassie go after two days. Dr. J was sad, but very grown up about it. He let him loose in the grass and bent down to say goodbye. Surprise! Grassie jumped up on his hat! What a nice present for my little man.