Have I mentioned how much he loves to swing?
He was thrilled with his "find" while digging today. I came inside to change the clothes out, and when we came back, he said, "Where's my worm? I left him right here on the table?" I panicked thinking he meant the kitchen table, but he meant the outside table. Of course, he had wriggled away in the time that we were gone. I guess this means I'm going to have to start really checking his pockets for these treasures.