Birthday Present

"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."