He is fond of it. Originally it was given to Dalton as a gift from his sweet friend, Gus, but somehow it's been handed down to Liam.
I've only had moderate success in convincing my kids that this is indeed a caterpillar.
One day, while trying to distract Liam from whining, or crying, or just being two, I asked him, "What's your worm's name?"
I didn't really have any curiosity about this - his name was going to be Wormy. Because that is how my children name everything. Dogs are Doggy, fish are Fishy. Even the moon is Moony.
Liam considered his squishy, little, stuffed worm and said seriously, "Name is Crunchy."
Me: "Crunchy? You named your soft...squishy....worm Crunchy?"
Liam, decidedly: "Yup. Is Crunchy Worm."
And I laughed and laughed and told Liam he was weird, but in a good way.
And I vowed to make that name stick. Because it adds joy to my day to call it Crunchy.
But then, a few days later he was in full nonsense-word mode (which I'm sad to say he reached earlier than the others. I dearly wish he was fully coherent in regular English before he started loving nonsense words...) and was pretending his worm was a light saber, of course.
I said, "Is Crunchy Worm a light saber?" (Because I am that good of a conversationalist.)
Liam said, "No, not Crunchy. Name is ... Booby!"
I snorted because isn't it unfortunate when nonsense words turn out to not really be nonsense? I'm sure he's never heard the word booby, so I decided to try to shift things a bit in the hopes he didn't remember exactly what he had said.
Because having his favorite caterpillar be named Booby Worm was just too weird.
So I said, "His name is Poopy?"
Stop judging me. I don't know how Poopy is much better than Booby. There's no script for these things, people.
But he looked at me like I was an idiot and said very pointedly and with very deliberate pronunciation, "NO. Name is BOOOO-BEEEEEE."
And I was at a loss. So I just let him walk out of the kitchen making Jedi noises and swinging Booby the Light Saber Worm around.
But you can bet your boobies that I was not letting that name stick.
In fact, like any good mother I decided to pretend that conversation had never happened and bent all my energy toward reinforcing the name Crunchy.
And I'm glad to say, I win! Booby is a thing of the past and the soft caterpillar is officially Crunchy Worm.
Then yesterday, in an unexpected twist, Liam gave Crunchy his own Pringles container to live in.
|"Mommy, this my friend. Right here. Is Crunchy Worm."|
Liam didn't bother to finish the Pringles before adding the worm, so I'm happy to report that today, Crunchy is probably a little bit crunchy.