The Cave Man and The Snail!

For those of you who don't know about Rubby let me give you a little back ground. The boy is our "cave man". He is not a clear speaker, he is not into learning (unless it's about fire trucks), he is super sneaky, he is a rough and tumble, sit in the dirt, run nekked and grunt kinda kid. He is as tall as Buzz and out weighs him by about 8 pounds. He is not at all fat, he is just a really solid kid. He has a football player kind of build. He is polar opposite of our other boys. Now with that said he is also the most compassionate, sweet, baby and animal loving, cuddley kid I have ever seen. As soon as a baby or animal is in site he wants to hold it, snuggle it, love it, baby talk to it. He makes friends with snails, insects, birds...The boys is just plain sweet.

While doing yard work the other day he started crying because Vootz smashed a snail. He started collecting them and moving them to a safer place. He named them and was holding conversations with them. I convinced him the safe place would be the yard waste can. They would have plenty to eat and Vootz could not smash them. So he started putting them in the can. When it was time to go inside for the night he had a hard time saying good bye to one particular snail he called, Snaily. (real original I know.) So I convinced him he could go out and check on "Snaily" in the morning and he seemed cool with that, so in we went. I knew the yard waste can was going to be dumped in the morning and snaily would be mulch in someones front yard eventually. I was hoping he would forget about "Snaily" by morning, after all Mighty Monster Trucks would be on TV to distract him.

There is the back ground, here is the story....

This morning, Vootz informs me there is a snail in the house! A snail on my new plant! The one that I have been yelling at the boys about since Tuesday because someone keeps tearing up the leaves! MMM-Hmmm!
Rub says all nonchallant, "Oh, it jus Snaily mom. He wuv too cared to be outfide, I bringed him infide an he dint eben hab to go in da garbage twuck wif hivs brudders!" (Translation: Oh, it's just Snaily mom. He was too scared to be outside, I brought inside and he didn't even have to go in the garbage truck with his brothers)

I plucked "Snaily" off my plant, and here is the part where I traumatized my 4y/o, and chucked him out the door onto the side walk.

Rubby starts heading out the door and sobbing, "That not nice! Don't hurt him, he my fwend! You a meany! You not my Boo anymore!

These are real tears here people! I was cracking up and almost crying for him at the same time. What am I suppose to do? It's a snail! But it's my kids "fwend" who he feels so deeply for. So I go out and pick up the snail, set him on a tree branch and make Rub swear to keep "Snaily" outside from now on and now I am once again Rubby's Boo. 1..2..3..AWWWW! I know you were thinking it! :)