Today, Charlie spent about 2 hours digging dirt in the backyard. He said he was planting strawberries and pineapple. I was enlisted to dig for quite a while and he told me exactly what I was doing wrong. I went in the house to check on the other kids and he stayed out and continued digging. I heard him scream and he came in the house with a traumatized look on his face. He said, "I just saw a worm, it was this (stretched his arms apart as far as he could) long!" He was exagerating, of course, but I understand, I don't like worms either!