Abby came running in the door and plopped a nice handful of worms right on the kitchen counter in front of me.
"Look, Mom! I got some worms!" Glee and enthusiasm radiated everywhere.
I had an immediate choice to make. I could
A) Feel complimented that my daughter knows I am interested enough in her life that she feels comfortable dropping a bunch of worms on my kitchen counter.
B) Wonder how I have somehow failed to teach my daughter better habits of cleanliness. Worms on my kitchen counter? Really?
C) Try to maintain a measure of calm while I ask her to please remove the worms from my kitchen counter.
I chose all three.