Boys and Moms and Worms

This is a post from my facebook page that seemed worth the repeat. Skip if you already read on FB--I didn't change anything.

We're in the parking lot of Andrew's recreation program, when the boy of the hour bends down to pick up a brown ponytail holder someone had lost. Ok, no big deal. Then, he bends down to pick up a dry, shriveled-up brown worm. Ok, bigger deal. So, I start to say, "Andrew, drop the worm...........Andrew, drop the worm......" increasing in tempo and volume with each refrain. I begin to wonder if Andrew can't tell the difference between the elastic and the worm when he brings his arm back and sends the worm flying right onto my head. Have I mentioned before how good his aim is? It. Was. Gross.