"Don't worry little buddy..."

As I sat in the van waiting for the rest of the family to get loaded up I heard Daisy holler as she ran from the swingset toward the van "Don't worry little buddy! It will be okay, Wormie. I'll be right back!" I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. How many almost three-year-old little girls enjoy playing with worms?  I can't imagine that number is very high.  Then again, Daisy tends to choose not to fit the "norm" for girls her age.

Once everyone was loaded and we were headed on our way it didn't take long to realize that we had an extra passenger. I guess Daisy's "little buddy" didn't think it would be okay if she left it behind.

Meet "Wormie"

 It started in her hand, but then it moved to her leg.  

I guess it needed to stretch out a bit.

I decided to be fine with our hitchhiker since we weren't going to be gone long and I didn't feel like dealing with the tears that would certainly follow any "Wormie relocation program" we might attempt to convince her to participate in.

While we were sitting in a parking lot waiting for Mike I heard Daisy's distinct voice "look, a mustache!"

Daisy's "Wormstache"

Some parents would have been totally grossed out by this image, but I grabbed my cell phone, snapped a picture of her and smiled. After all, it's nothing that can't be taken care of with a little soap and water. Besides, what good would freaking out have done when she already had the worm on her face?

We finished our errands and headed for home to get the kids washed up and ready for bed.  Unfortunately there was one casualty from the evening's events... poor Wormie just couldn't handle all the excitement and met with an early demise. Lucky for Daisy there are plenty more where that came from!  Let's just hope she no longer feels the need to use them as facial hair.