Sugar and Spice and Everything... Slimy.

I always chuckle when I hear people's assumptions about life with two little girls... especially when said assumptions imply that all my life is glitter and gold and peace and quiet.

Now there IS quite a lot of glitter in my life. I find glitter in every corner of the house, including [most humorously] the toilet seat and My Love's facial hair.

But there are other things... not so glittery things...

So they're in the "collecting stage" of childhood. The one where you have to be careful what random piles of paper or sticks you throw away because *gasp!* "Mom!!!! That's my COLLECTION!"

And that my friends, is the nastiest collection ever. All over our back window sill.

Now I'm certainly not complaining, because the hunting down and collecting of all of these snails from the various dark corners of our yard has so far provided hours of entertainment for my Monkeys. I will keep my slightly squeamish girly-girl thoughts to myself ;o) 

I will not, however, let those chubby little fingers touch me until AFTER they've washed their hands! Cause snails gross me out.

*let's have a tiny moment of silence for the snails that have perished from rough handling*

I guess the moral of this story is that little girls are still gross I hate snails my girls are exploring nature and that's super cool!