We decided recently (well, I really wanted to and my husband agreed less reluctantly than I expected) to move our nightly rosary outside on the path in our apartment complex. We walk after dinner and say our prayers. It has been so enjoyable; my favorite part of the day. Anyway... this story takes place on the path, during the rosary, just a few hours ago.
So Patrick often tells Elizabeth to stay on the path, because the grass around it tends to be grown up. He was explaining again tonight how he didn't know if there were snakes or anything and also saying how some of the grass was rough and pokey. She came back on the path and about a minute later, we see something moving quickly through the grass. It is a black snake and it crosses directly in front of us... very close to Elizabeth who is often slightly ahead of us, and goes into the bushes/brush on the other side. Patrick freaks out. He says that he wants to go home. I did not want to go home and I thought he should just move past it. I was afraid that if we went home because of a snake this time, I didn't know if I would ever be able to get him back out there again. I said something along the lines of, "It's fine. It left... let's just keep going." Patrick restated that he wanted to go home in a slightly freaked out tone, but we kept walking.
Not long after this, Elizabeth runs ahead and stops. She looks at the grass and says in a mocking/making fun of Daddy voice, "Oh a sneek... I want to go home." Then she runs back to us. I wish I could type in the tone she used. Patrick laughed a good bit even though he was taken aback by his two-year-old mocking him. She did this several times, especially after she realized that we thought it was funny... which it was.
Sidenote: I noticed that Elizabeth calls snakes, "sneeks." This is what my Dad told me that I used to call snakes (maybe all little kids do) but I thought it was cute.