Poor ladybug

Matthew found a ladybug in his room. He informed me that he stuffed it in his pants so he could take it outside. Today (4 days later), he asked to "check" for the ladybug and presented a bare bottom to me with cheeks spread. No ladybug, Matthew.

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Today someone found a ladybug in the house. Allison picked it up and dropped it. Both Allison and Matthew were intent on getting it outside. While Allison was searching for the dropped ladybug, Matthew ran upstairs for some toilet paper. She found it when he arrived back and was watching it. He joined her in watching it for a bit (imagine a tiny ladybug and two big slugs following it around on the floor).

Allison: I'm going to pick it up and take it outside.
Matthew: No, Allie. Use a paper towel to pick it up.
Mommy: Then what, Matthew?
Matthew: Use the paper towel to take it outside.

Allison picked up the bug, I opened the front door, and she tossed it outside. Matthew followed the bug outside. He had to see where it landed. Upon finding and greeting it, satisfied, he came back in the house.