Last night while Emily was waiting for her turn to take a shower she found a ladybug. She announced this by GIGGLING loudly and saying, with a little giggle still in her voice, "She wanded on me."
She played with the ladybug for 10 minutes before it was her turn to get into the shower, much, I'm sure, to the ladybug's chagrin.
She swapped the ladybug from hand to hand as I helped her disrobe for her shower.
"I want to bring the ladybug into the shower with me." she told me.
Figuring that the ladybug was either already dead or had sealed her own fate by landing on a vigorous 3 year old I said, "fine."
Emily and the ladybug hopped into the shower. I leaned in and washed Emily's hair. I soaped her body. And then I nudged her under the water to rinse.
At which point the ladybug was washed off of her finger and into the swirling vortex below.
"No!" Emily cried watching the lady bug circle around a few times before disappearing into the drain.
Emily froze for a moment and then burst into tears, crying "I WEALLY WOVED THAT WIDDLE WADYBUG!" over and over.
Lucky for me, the kids bathroom is LOUSY with Ladybugs this time of year so by the time Emily had gotten out of the shower the ladybug had "Come back."