This morning the kids and I were playing outside. Abigail found a worm. She picked it up in her hand, held it up to the sky and shouted, "birds! birds, I have a worm for you!!"
Then she inspected the worm closer. Realized it was dead and said, "mama, this worm is dead!"
I said, "did the worm go to heaven?" (I was curious if she connected death with heaven)
She looked at the worm, looked at me, and said, "um. no. I think he's in California."