Baby Vs. Snail

Over the long weekend, we were able to spend quite a bit of time in the back yard with the baby. She loves to toddle around out there admiring the flowers and picking up pebbles. We always point out the birds (mostly crows), squirrels, bunnies (if we're lucky), and other fascinating creatures who inhabit the yard, and she waves and babbles madly when she does see one. I was very excited to point out a beautiful stripey snail who was making his stately way through the grass. Without so much as a smile or a nod at the snail, the baby swooped in and grabbed him out of my hand. Then she came within an inch of popping him right into her mouth before I recovered enough to snatch him back. I chalk this up to latent tendencies inherited from her French grandmother.