I had brought everyone inside from the car after running errands and Peach sits in the back and can't unbuckle herself, so she usually gets upset at being last all the time. So I'm rushing out there expecting to encounter her wrath. I look at her and she is balled up in her seat, hiding under her blankey.
Peach: (removing her blanket, very calmly and matter-of-factly) Mom. Did you know that when you're standing on the grass, you're standing on worms?