I'm sorry.... you said she ate... what?

So, I got a call from the director of Peach's school earlier this week. Here's how it went:

"Hi Meredith, everything's fine... just wanted you to know we're keeping an eye on Peach."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, well, is seems she uh, well, she ate a worm."

I laughed.

"Yeah," continued the director, "we're giving her water and making sure she's not sick... are you there?"

More laughter.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're laughing at this. She said she wasn't dared by anyone and nobody told her to do it. It was her own idea..."

The director continued on as I laughed so hard I could barely respond. About an hour later, I picked her up. The conversation went like this:

"So, Peach... heard you had an extra snack today."

Deer caught in headlights.

"A worm?" I made a funny grossed out face so she would know I wasn't mad. "Really?"

Her expression turned to one of excitement.

"Yeah! I ate a worm! It was small one, but I ate it!"

"Hmm..." I responded, smiling in disbelief. "So, what'd you think?"

"It was gross."

"Out of curiosity, was it alive?"

Her eyes rolled dismissively.

"Oh, no. I didn't want it to wiggle around in my mouth. I ate a dead one."

I've been pondering her choice for a few days now. I'm not sure which one I'd prefer: the live, fresh one, or the dead one which no doubt came equipped with the markings of the bottom of a Stride Rite shoe on it.

But I have to admire the girl. At least she applied logic to her actions.