Friday, June 25, 2010
Yesterday morning, Winston came running into our room and told me that he'd found some ants in our house by the back door. He then informed me that he had fed them some breakfast (Doritos) and that they were his new pets. I have no idea where he came up with this idea. I had to explain to him that you can't feed ants because that makes more ants come and pretty soon you'll end up with ants everywhere. I don't think that helped though because he seemed to like that idea. I cleaned up the ants and their breakfast (courtesy of Winston). He insisted that he keep one of the ants as his pet. He ran over and got out a plastic bowl and asked me to put an ant in there for him. We selected one lucky ant to be his pet and the rest were summarily smashed. He then informed me that he had named his ant. I asked him what it's name was and he proudly told me, "Ant Killer." What a funny kid! I sure love him. He makes life very interesting - not to mention entertaining.