Brain Broke

She loves her worms more than any other toy. She plays with them loads and carries them around the house

At night the worms have to go in a box so that she doesn't wake me up playing with them. So every evening before bed I gather up the worms, put them in their box and have Maggie say goodnight to them.

my evil plathrough is going well (they are all getting worse)

bonus:

The most obvious example I can give of this has to do with sewing. I used to be an assistant in a university costume shop and part of my job was to train and help people working in the shop for college credit.

And so many times I saw people accidentally stab themselves with needles or cut themselves on something. And they always insisted they didn’t need the first aid kit. They could tough it out. And I always told them the same thing.

“Even if I didn’t care about your health, which I do, I still wouldn’t want you bleeding all over the clothes you’re working on.”

And this had never occurred to most of them. They were so caught up in the mindset of toughing everything out that they didn’t notice they were literally bleeding all over their work. Sometimes staining their own projects. Sometimes other people’s costumes or projects. And then they always accepted the first aid kit.