But the kids are still processing, and I need to let them. I get that.
But I'm tired of the thousands of questions. Questions like "Is a copperhead the most venemous snake in our yard?" and "How quickly will you die if a black mamba bites you?" and "Can you help me draw a coral snake?" and "Mommy, does this look like the snake that bit Levi?"
We went to the library and, as is my practice, I released the kids into the wild to find their own books--three each, of their choosing. The rules of the hunt are simple. Don't ask me for help. That's what the librarian is for. As a reward for giving them that sort of freedom, we came home with three new snake books. It serves me right.
We're all going to be snake experts in no time. This is one field of study I would prefer to have avoided.