You may recognize these two kids' faces.
These two children belong to me. I am writing to say thank you for your patience as you bring much joy to the daily lives of my kids.
You see, Worms, the reason you recognize these children's faces is because they are always searching for you and they are usually successful. You frequently hear the sounds of their shovels, diggers, and delighted shrieks as they ramble on and on about how they will "find us some worms today, baby!"
It is with love of the purest kind that they seek you out, to hold you in their hands so that you can wiggle and tickle their palms. Thank you for being so accepting of our relocation program (not that you have a real choice), but I believe you will find your new home in our kid-selected "Worm Box" comfortable and full of all of your favorite things; mainly dirt.
You can rest easy in our Worm Box, as these children who so lovingly hunt for, transport, and place you in your new home, also stand guard to scare away birds from the Worm Box. They are your protectors; I found them shouting in unison, "Get away from our worms, Birds!" with a fervor that is usually reserved only for religious extremists and people suffering from severe road rage.
If my children gleefully discover you in any location that is not our home; and let's be honest here, they're always looking so this is a very common occurrence, they proceed to display you to anyone nearby with honest pride for all that is you. It matters not if these fellow humans are complete strangers, family, or friends they just made 2 minutes prior and have a clear fear or distaste for creatures of your nature.
My children are so infatuated with you that they incorrectly believe every single human on the planet should also want to hold and admire you too. If the human politely declines, my children will force them to hold you anyway, gently placing you on the person's most stable body part (knees, feet, hand outstretched in the "ew" position). There may be a moment of jostling at this time, but that is brief before you are carefully placed "back with your family" in the dirt.
The two reasons I would like to say that I love you Worms, are these: First, you provide extended periods of attention and happy independent play for my children. You are like a rare phenomenon that occurs in my days where I can quickly accomplish multiple tasks that having children hanging on or 'helping' is very difficult. Things like mopping the floor, using the restroom, or sneaking chocolate from my secret stash without sharing. I am so grateful to you for that.
Secondly, you bring out the most beautiful and sincere compliments that my children offer up to each other. Gemma toddles over with worm in hand to announce in awe, "Wook, Booboo found dis." Just yesterday, Greyson announced aloud at the playground, "Gemmi, you are the greatest worm digger in the whole world!" and then proudly told his Dad at dinner the same thing and adding, "She found two worms at the playground! Can you believe that?" He had never been more proud of his little sister in her 2 years of life.
There is truly no greater compliment in our home right now than "Great Worm Digger."