my son crying on my shoulder last night made me smile. not because he was sad, but because he whispered to me that he had "onions", with a big quivering bottom lip. so i picked him up and he buried his little crying face into my shoulder. (one time he saw my eyes tearing from cutting onions, so now whenever he is sad, he has "onions")
we were digging up some hosta around the foundation of my house last night, and to his joy and amazement, we found lots of worms. he collected several, but when his little hands were full of wriggling worms, he put them in a small hole to "keep" them so he could find more. after he returned to the hole to check on them, the worms had buried themselves back into the ground.
so the tears started to flow. i wasn't sure why he had onions, until he finally was able to whisper that he lost his worm friends, and he's going to really miss them.
i comforted him for a little while, holding him exactly the way he used to sleep on my shoulder when he was a baby. then i was able to explain that they'd still be there every day because that's where they live. they didn't leave, but just went back underground to their homes so they don't get sunburned. so we dug up some more, moving them into the garden to visit their cousins for a birthday party.
i love being a dad.