Today my 7 year old daughter asked me if I wanted to come to the funeral for Sally the Ladybug. I agreed to come after I finished helping the 6 year old with his homework. But as I walked into the backyard my head was full of questions, "Did we have a ladybug named Sally?" "Did she die?" "Did you bury her?"
And the answer was "yes" to all those questions. Apparently I'd lost track of the bug pets my kids have been keeping and rotating in and out of our outside bug habitat and we did lose a ladybug.
I've never been to a ladybug funeral before so I have nothing to compare it to, but I have to say, the best part was when my 7 year old said we needed to "have a moment of silence while you think about Sally the ladybug."
Excuse the blurry picture, but the circle of brown leaves below shows the burial site:
I chaperoned a field trip for second graders today all day and my brain is mush, right now I actually don't even remember the rest of our week, it's a blur.
One thing I know, it would be all kinds of awesome to have this playhouse/slide in your backyard!
I used to think my kids were the only ones who called hand sanitizer "hanitizer", but no, my 6 year old's entire kindergarten class calls it that!
I'm going to bed! Happy Friday!
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