Baby Gray loves bubs of all kinds. He follows them around, calls them, shows them to me, and then talks about them for hours after they’ve been stepped on or crawled in the nearest crack.
While we were playing outside yesterday, a snail fell onto the deck from Baby Gray’s chair. I directed his attention to the snail, which he identified as a bub, and then had a totally different reaction from his usual curious self.
A little narration: while the adventure was intermittent with some wonder, it was mostly apprehension about the snail. He threw his chair out of the way to be able to see the bub, tried to smash the bub with the bucket when Annie (via FaceTime) suggested putting it in the bucket, got mad when I put the bub in the bucket, and then finally got a little relief when I threw it into the yard.