And for the Creepy Crawlies, Too

My son scooped Joey Newcomb five years ago.

He was in the yard on his knees, peering at the ground intently. I watched from the screen door, grateful that the soil and ants and beetles and earthworms and whatever else was in that patch on the lawn kept him captivated for so long.

Then I heard him singing to himself, “Thank you Hashem, thank you Hashem, thank you Hashem for making beautiful bugs.”

I quickly grabbed the camera to video it for posterity, and we all still get a kick out of it. While he may not be a musical prodigy, the tune is pretty basic, and catchy, and oddly enough I still sometimes find myself humming the song.