I'm making potato salad to take to a friend's house for dinner tonight. Jillian is taking a much needed nap, and Emily is having art time. I hear Emily stomping on the ground.
"An ant! Mommy, IT'S AN ANT!" Continuous foot stomping accompanied by some chuckling.
"Where? Show me." I ask, looking for this minute creature my eldest is apparently afraid of.
"THERE!!!" More continuous foot stomping.
"Honey, I don't see anything."
"Don't worry, Mom. I think it's dead. Oh, well back to work."
"An ant! Mommy, IT'S AN ANT!" Continuous foot stomping accompanied by some chuckling.
"Where? Show me." I ask, looking for this minute creature my eldest is apparently afraid of.
"THERE!!!" More continuous foot stomping.
"Honey, I don't see anything."
"Don't worry, Mom. I think it's dead. Oh, well back to work."
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