Frances makes a friend

Today at a fourth of July party, Frances held a roly-poly (aka a pill bug) in her hand for a long time. She lounged in the pool, grazed the food table, changed out of her bathing suit and climbed all over my friend’s lap, all with the little bug in her grasp. Every once in a while I’d ask her: “Frances, Do you still have the roly-poly?” and she would open her fist and show us. I forgot about him in the bustle of packing up the towels and potluck dish as we were leaving, but in the car she said, “Mom! I am telling the roly-poly that it’s going to be a long time in the car!”