Calvin comes running over to me, insistent that I come see a worm he has found in the sandbox. Not wanting to budge from my reading spot on the other side of the yard, I ask him to bring it to me, instead.
He says, “No, it will bite me.”
I scoff: “Worms don’t bite.”
Calvin: “This worm will. It has sharp teeth.”
I laugh: “Worms don’t have teeth, sweetheart!”
Without missing a beat: “It’s a poisonous snake. It could kill me.”