Mmm...that's good eats

What a glorious day! It's about 1pm, Amelia (18 mo.) is inside napping, I have Ethan (9 mo.) and Avery (11 mo.) outside with me. I've brought a bucket of plastic food out with us and we're sitting in the grass, playing with food, enjoying the day. The neighbor girls who are home on spring break have come over to join us. Avery starts crawling for the flower bed which is squishy from recent rain. I pull her back to the grass and toys and glance at Ethan. What's he chewing on? I'm studying this piece of brown something that he's got in his hand. The hand is at the mouth of course and he's having fun trying out whatever it is. Hmmm, sure doesn't look like any of the plastic food pieces that I can think of. It doesn't look like a leaf, twig, or piece of dirt. I move closer to observe. Is it a string? No, a big fat juicy earthworm! I scream like a little girl, yanking the worm from his hand and tossing it across the yard. Eeeewww! I turn back to see Avery in the flower bed squishiness with a mouthful of mud.