"Mommy, I have a present for you," my son said.
"That's nice, but it's not quite my birthday," I replied.
"Here, you'll like it." He handed me a folded up leaf. "Open it."
I screamed as a bristly wooly bear caterpiller crawled out into my hand.
My son grinned ear to ear. "Wasn't that nice of me?"
I scowled at him. "Yeah, it's the nicest thing anybody has ever done to me in my entire life."