Rolly Polly

Big D was helping me weed and plant some flowers a few days ago ... in between the enormous amounts of rain and thunderstorms we've had lately ... I was pointed out various bugs for him and he found a rolly polly (potato bug) on the sidewalk.  He was so excited and was giving me the play by play as it maneuvered across the cement.  The conversation went like this:
D:  "Mom!  It's going to the grass"
D:  "It loves grass, rolly pollies eat grass"
D:  "Rolly Pollies think grass is yummy for their tummies, but I don't think it is yummy for my tummy."
D:  "Oh, no - it is going to our house"
D:  "Mommy!  It wants to eat my macaroni and cheese!"
D:  "Don't let it get my macaroni and cheese!"
after reassuring him that the rolly polly couldn't get to the basement where the boxes of mac and cheese are,
D:  "I love macaroni and cheese ... it is in the basement.  It is not good for rolly polly tummies"