Zoey isn't your typical girl. She doesn't really get into dresses, dolls, frilly things, etc. Don't get me wrong, she can play a mean game of dress up and get into a glittery mess. But that isn't her passion. Her passion is... Worms. Yes, worms. All types. Big, small, dead, alive. She isn't picky. Since we moved here there have been several holes dug in the backyard in search of worms. And so far nothing has been found. Until today. The hugest, slimiest worm was unearth by my sweet princess. She was THRILLED. Until her brother told her it was dead. I ran over (OK, so it was more of a walk with a sense of dread to it.. tomato, tamato) and checked it out (OK, again check it out is a bit strong , I more or less poked it with a stick). It moved. I screamed. Zoey's was bubbling over with excitement. Me, notsomuch. And what happened next could only be described as.. magical. (OK, magical for Zoey). The worm is a "she" and "her" name is Kiki Madison O'viller. Jon Kent picked out the name Madison, for obvious reasons. Kiki is outside currently, in a bucket full of dirt. Goodness knows, it's not coming into this house.