We've been squeezing in as much time as we can on the playground since we know the cold, wet weather will be moving in and playground time will be shortened significantly. This week is was relatively dry, so the sandbox was opened daily. Amid all of the castles, tunnels, tracks, and just general digging, some potato bugs (or roley-poleys) had made themselves a home. That is until my kiddos dug them up! And oh what a hit!
Most kids thought these were the greatest little creatures. Some though they should just dig around them, and others gave them a new home outside of our playground fence. There were arguments about which bug was whose, and who should get to hold it next. Which is where the term "'tater bug" was coined. One little boy, now don't get me wrong here, who talks almost constantly, and has an answer for everything - right, wrong, or indifferent - was arguing over it being his turn to hold the beloved potato bug another child had found. He began yelling "I don't have a 'tater bug!" And we couldn't help but laugh. Eventually he got his turn with the 'tater bug' and he was happy. But these little creatures will forever be known to me as "'tater bugs."
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