M and J were playing outside when I heard squeals of delight. They were screaming, "Roly poly! Roly poly! We found a roly poly!" I ran to grab the camera to capture their excitement. 
After taking a few pics, I looked closer at the strange bug in J's hand. Nope, not a roly poly. Just a little black bug. 
Poor little bug. God never intended for him to roll into a ball. But put him in the hands of a determined 3 year old, and into a ball he will go.I just couldn't bring myself to tell them the truth. This treasure of a story will remain mine until they can read the family memories for themselves.
