As the tiny little earthworm made it's quiet way across the hot sidewalk, it couldn't know that the small running two year old would stop and watch with curious eyes. As I picked up the wiggling worm and held it in my hand, the toddler watched with curiosity and amazement. No, he didn't want to hold it. I put it down on the sun pelted walk and his blue eyes watched with a sad expression. Not satisfied, he continued to stare at the worm. I gently picked it up and placed it in the grass. A small smile filled his face and he took my hand and we headed home for a nap.